10000 Buddhas from Sour Bounty by Sour Bounty

He looks through his pockets
In search for a light and says
“I gotta quit this poison”
As he brings it out and
He resumes his walk, his thoughts
Whirling around
And he gets caught up in every single one
He looks at the crossroads
he’s faced in his life and
Sees no fault in them, the turns all seemed right
Then how come the gates still feel so far
When he always walked forward
Unless the right way to go was back
When nothing turns out quite the way you want
You just look up to the sky, open your arms and say
“Speak, speak to me”
The last time I saw him
He spoke of a dream
Alone in a temple
Among colossal beams
The walls lined with shelves
From the floor to the ceiling
And 10000 golden Buddhas whispering
“So, what were they saying?”

• Acoustic
• alt Bluegrass
• banjo
• folk
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• Dalian