Discover A New Perspective
Stop. What is it you know?
Are you in the spotlight, or in the flow
Do you love or hate, smile or frown?
Do you say the blue sky is shit brown?
Do you see me or do I see you,
Only you can know the truth
And only we can see your lie:
you are not afraid to die.
But fear not my false prophet,
for if you fear death's pains, remember
You cannot say the sound of the rain.
I wonder, I wonder If in the depths of our slumber, We ever dream to cease our ceaseless number. Perhaps our questions are naught but answers, Perhaps answers are naught but questions, Our pride is pr
I am scratched and itched, and old and young; I am the red greened apples, And love high-strung. There can be no words that pump as the heart does; Flesh and Fire, The forge of God's young.
I heard it before, Once long ago; Come and get me... The night grew young, And the dew was ripe; Come and get me... A voice not found is one that can always be heard; Come and get me...
