When I look at this world I see rivers...I see sands of time...I see epic whirlwinds of epic proportions of people walking around with pride...do you see what I see?
Run with the voices, swim with the sound, stand in the crowd. Maybe be narrowed down to the pinpoint of a whisper or a blank cry.
Stay close to the ground or be invisible like the essence of a dream that comes and goes without warning. I see everything but I wish to seek you out in a brisk movement and pout.
I don't need much not even a drop of water can escape my focus
don't people find themselves wanting a better sight of movers
ryhmes and crimes and carless out poor knocking down
the empty void they have become being blind is what has become the whole world
with few to see is unveiled
