Bruised under the heat
yet I'm in a moving sit
the calm is taking
yet I hear words speaking
alone
yet I'm falling
I'm sitting steel
ready to be formed, not now, not ill
I steel, have a lot to hold
my page needs not to be fold
Ahead of me is a story to write
Right!
So why does the journey seem slow
when the world moves at a thousand?
how long will it take to grow
a seed when it gets water in a dozen
drink per hour
I have no food nor flour
So let this road begin
there's more to be seen.
