I was going to play it like Robin Hood, only keep the money for myself
I was dressed in heavy combat gear to rob the rich, drunk, and flabby
The snow was deep and it was bitterly cold
The old residents could no longer afford to live in Aspen, it was now populated by politicians, freaks, and gurus
If I had opened a phsyiciatry office I would have made a mint
I was trashing the health spas and robbing Avon ladies and driving off in their pink cadillacs
I was not a wit at technology and so crashed through plate windows and sky lights
I was drawn to a fire in the far distant forest
People were chanting and dancing naked around the heat
The trees did a mock ballet
I joined them in dance and beat on an old Indian drum
They told me they were calling a UFO
I asked them why they would call such a creature
And they said, that they wanted to be taken to a new heaven because this one was broken
I was being tracked and I was tumbling through heavy terrain
Search helicopters glided overhead whispering for my body
I had stumbled and fallen down a deep ravine into a creek bed full of water
I was freezing, the ice and snow had captured me
The best you can do is go down in joy
I had found Shangri La once on the Mississippi River and I am not sure weather you can ever find it again.
Poetry from the book {Bunny Hop} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas