The cyclical events of time
To rhythem in steady pulse unwind...

Lying on the floor
Is where they found her there...

Hiding behind lies
So that no one will see...

This world is full of idiocy
With its broken lies and blasphamy...

Water's a churning
The fields are a burning...

"Touch" he said
"More affirming...

In the nighttime we find lightening
electricity we see that cannot...

Spread out in front of me
a new notebook...

It's not about me talking
And you listening...

Silenced is their laughter
Broadcast are their lies...

I trip along this path
Stumbling on words sent before...

I sit
Gazing at the beautiful scene spread out before me...