I am landing on my feet
Did I ever have doubt...

There is a poet in chains, inside of me
Pain and burning emotions make good lines...

No reason to get excited
The ground is not going to fall away...

Crashing through the gates of the mind...

Don’t get our dreams wet
In this the mother of all storms...

Dawn another new beginning
The moon in the sky playing a duet with the sun...

You cannot scratch an itch before it itches
That is an obvious observation...

There are many powerful men in our land
But they are worthless...

Some are smarter than others
Some are tougher than others...

all things central to the phallus image
The centre of 'our' universe...

things that can be built in the air
This be my delight, fleeting as an alcoholic high...

I am stepping outside of the planet for a while
No drugs to hide behind...