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...
Rainbows born
of time and rain...
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...