A psychedelic lineup at Uluwatu, Bali. Image: Weisberg
Hard Years Aboard
They can come and go so quickly
Jobs, friends, health, dreams, perspectives.
Lost and found among other things
Within a culture who’s guiding light was anything but to follow.
Those who’ve made it through
Now mellow and reformed, skin aged, thoughts scattered about.
What fun they had, “didn’t know any better,”
Friends who missed the ferry back
To reality didn’t all make it.
Mistakes washed away by tides and time
An era of then
Regretted by some, traded for nothing by others.
Yet the waves remain,
A salvation of sorts.
The same souls’ ecstasy and solitude
Amid or away from discord.
For after all the ride remains
To bring us here and there.
