Tiny little fractures.
Step by step, he walks a lonely twisted road...
Not your soul mate
Weren't brought together by Fate...
Optic Death and the Color Vision
Rooted to Mother Earth...
I walk this path oh so many times,
i find myself lost at times, and others...
What is life?
Is it an account...
I trace the image in my mind,
Of how it all began...
Give me a subject I can sink my teeth into.
The fresh, juicy, pulp of Fate...
Today it can be different. Yesterday was but a
dream...
Walk down this road traveled often
Growing older your resolve may soften...
My body doesn't grow in all these colors
But the mind- it keeps on pushing...
I'm walking down highway side
With a sign in my hands. It reads...
Although the night of despair
Prevails all around...