Past down from father to son,
They taught with discipline what had to be done...

In the blackness of night I see no end,
only my CB and my CD player are my friend...

The box that taught me what to be,
in images of sound and light showed me...

In the grace of time and life,
I see others go through their strife...

In dark places I dwell,
places where others think is hell...

The Rise of the Disc and the Eye,
both driven by each other but neither asking why...

The night is silent when I do my deed,
for I do it for another person's greed...

My arms are driven by currents and the moon,
for they go high dust but are subdued by noon...

From the lofty peeks of a mountain I look down
to a base of a summit just below the clouds crown...

Whisper me some words that I want so much to hear,
and shudder as I tell you all of what I fear...

Do I love you or is it just lust,
what emotion can you really trust...

You run in cycles commanding the waves and the...
flashing light through the forest giving places to...