Hide behind the ink and pen
Stop the playwrite at the period
At the drop of the hat, or the crystal pen
Quail the flightlessness
Sit idle and move to the beat of your restlessness
Where do the eyes go when the mind wonders
Wonder upon our next world wonder
like the several that have been and the seven that sit here today
greet every line like an adventure into your head
Steady as it seems let the ride flow the passagers aboard
Like the stage manager for your own cast
Let the muisc take foreground and pound your lies outloud
Cast your net wide and hall
Its the showdown for time and space
When we next meat, inside your mind
