It holds all the secrets, all the memories.
The dewy moss that accumulates in its waking of...
The penny
finally dropped...
You who seem to be born with a pen in your hand,
who hold it as second nature integral to yourself...
You work alone-
Striving; constantly...
Look inside, What do you see?
A reflection of a used to be...
Black Jack is a betting man
he's a card shark if you will...
..of man's lost war, I sail my boat,
to live and keep my hopes afloat...
Men sent back to Mars
women vamoose to Venus...
The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...
Today marks one hundred years
ago the first world war came to an end...
As a new day nears
my mind must prepare...
A journey we must take
we slide, crawl, learn how to sit up...