My heart speaks within my being
Reminiscing; it's an old man thing...

Call me names if you will
So dam what...

All my life I have loved this land
But it is a land in an endless rage...

Two by two they climbed the stair of Noah's ark
That is God's plan my friend...

The inner me longs for nature deep
Dawn a winter's day on the high-veld...

I am nearly an old person!
Stuck here in no man's land...

Who are you when your pants are down?
When the social mask is off...

Will you be there when my dreams come true?
When it comes to the matters of the heart...

Crushed beer cans and ashes on the tavern floor
Stale smell of piss that missed the bowl...

Flip flop like a fish out of water
I am dying from the inside out...

I am another kind of drum, beat me.
Floating about the back waters of this mind...

Me and my photo album
Pictures are superior, digital will have to do...