I know it's out there, everywhere but in my hand anywhere but in my blood somewhere just outside my reach crushing my ability to see the blue blue sky tearing at the very fabric that keeps me whole and in line with the stars as they circle the moon While you and he and she scurry to earn and die in a fully respectable fashion you surely go in haste under appreciating the paces and rhythms of my earth unaware that mans made time trickles through your theories unconscious of the many corridors and pantheons untraveled I see the relics of my exploration- I just can't return without the map... the one that fuels the ride, navigates my skies and brings me home so that I can feel what I must feel so that my time, my time passes me by on my own terms not the terms of another who knows not my heart who knows not my mind who knows not my soul
