We are not so different you and I. No matter what we think. We? re kicking against the traces bludgeoning. Trying to make it sink. We? re stepping into the unknown. Peeling layers of the onion right down. Cuz that is part of my style to. Risk to be left with nothing. In pursuit of chasing something. Out of hand. I know I know don? t tell me. I? ve been on this earth. I know the moon like a friend. I hear a tune or someone sing. Feel the beauty in them. These words woman. We have some children. I got memories with you. I wonder how it ends. It? s beautiful yes. What we have chosen. With love in our hands. We have made this garden. & I think I can ride. Although I? m not a horseman. But I have a patient mind. & it? s open. We don? t want to walk into the gray. Solo rolling with no map in hand. So we reach out for someone to grasp. Keep from sinking into the sand. Pick it up now brother help another pick it up. Don? t get stuck in the destruction looming near. Pick it up now brother help another pick it up. This is the revelation of the year. Picking up all the pieces here and there. To see if one might fit. Spinning them around and sideways and up and down. It kinda stings a bit. Digging through all the ditches just unwinding all the stitches into thread. Then hang it out to dry so. What was I expecting just collecting balls of lint up in my head?. I know I know don? t yell at me. I know you? re tired of the same routine. You have that look on your face. I think I know what it means. Out of sorts in a vast machine. A worker bee up in the scene. Never will be the queen. & yes sometimes you have to sting. Expose the schemes to unlock the dreams. Ignite quicker than the gasoline. To mask everything again in a smokescreen. We don? t want to walk into the gray. Solo rolling with no map in hand. So we reach out for someone to grasp. Keep from sinking into the sand