If you can\'t beat them then join them, but I\'ve never liked that deal.
I\'ll stand out in all weather, just to know my own real
Letting nature lead me down many open roads
Each one my lesson to find the glitter and gold
By the tips of my fingers I\'ll shape and mould
This journeys coming out from within the soul
A figment of your imagination and even mine
Spinning thoughts into words to keep in time
Never seeing the hourglass of existence run dry
All becomes clear through the eye with no sight