If my words could cure a thousand souls,
I\'d ramble through the pages of Time
…write on, man…write on!
I\'d nourish dry hearts with a teaspoon of laughter
and cup of blessed tears. Show pleasure and
accomplishment once again to that cynical soul
whose dreams died that last day of careless youth.
Bless you, pain…for keeping my Soul alive.
It’s OK you know to look back as long as you
swiftly move forward from then on.
Drink to sober your senses and feel yourself
once again. Shake your body and rattle your head!
Just when you thought you knew it all
... FLASH! Wake up, man! It\'s time to live, my friend!
Shake off the dust cactus con - you don\'t fool me.
Play in the band and get off your knees; this is not
slavery, so do as you please!
Just don\'t be a doldrum dog who sits comatose by
his food dish and collects fleas! Time to start the engine.
Who’s got the keys?!
Let\'s go! See you at the Finish/Start Line for the
next race - ON!