above the hurlyburly
above the soaring towers
above the noise and traffic
which goes on for hours

away from the confusion
of intermingling minds
away from thinking every time
something somehow finds

it's way to penetrate
the forcefield which surrounds
me as I wander
through the city's sounds

to do whatever must be done
to live among the throng
above It all and looking down
from where I now belong

with an eagle gliding past me
on the mountainside
above the ocean down below,
somewhere I can hide

above the noise and traffic
above the soaring towers
above the hurlyburly
absorbed by nature's powers...