When I face the sun
to the horizon...

Can a mind think too much?
A heart beats to survive...

There once was a poet named Abu
just looking for a hot dog or two...

Splicing genes and splitting hairs
over who are Fathers' heirs...

What if a Jew and an Arab
healed together in a rehab...

I've searched in veins
for the holy grail...

Behind every wound is a story,
whether remembered with shame or glory...

Two politicians were talking syntax
but their language must have been just too lax...

The search for you, Crystal, will not cease
until you're found or you rest in peace...

I have no right to write of him
if I know a thing, it's from talk...

I have heard growing older makes you bolder,
growing closer to the reaper everyday...

Some see humanoids in black and white
we see an angel or a devil...