It's Instant
Life's persistence
Yet our restraint is maintained
An uncool world run by fools
The day is revisited with our conscious
Open or not the day is faced
Window is open for choice & change
Mechanics move & the gears are grinding
The years lose sight & the earth is mined
All of our treasures & paths are on display
Every role we've ever lived or gave
Everyone's past a part of us
Death or bust
What does your soul sign say?
The minute we're born, torn
From our deep sleep in space
Waiting to arrive & find our body in time






This is an old poem I wrote in a sketchbook a few years back. I found it recently & put some music to it.

I can relate to this.....