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its a version of a cycle, which dips back on itself, rotating everywhere - always. the end.

The audience is watching. What kind of people will humanity be? We must be remade. This is the expression of thoughts to this issue.

Hallelujah The storms sing The stars dine on a new wine The dirt it loses its gravity The man and the boy The maker and the m..

in honor of earth day

the rain would come, the people would shout but i was still about

There is a stream by the river A stream that wanted to be part of the river The little stream would dream ..

Age age age age age I feel the age The coming of an age The time slipping, slipping away I don’t want this I want this ..

The core of what I am Cannot help but escape Cannot help but overflow The flow of I, it is me It is what I am What I was made..

Somehow the nothing marches on I stand on tiptoe I see everything I cannot see the nothing Yet it marches on Fall comes and s..

The frustration of not expressing Of an unheard voice Amidst a loud, yelling world Where no voice of worth Can penetrate the n..