In a world of my own, I sit down, light a cigarette and write something out for you
Thinking up ideas about the things we should have to make it more of a better place
And that there becomes a problem if there isn\'t anywhere else left to accomplish other things
Then this poet rises to his seat and picks the moment for his pen to sit down and write
wisdom crawls in the sky with the gathering of children kneeling at Heavens doors
So to shout up to God for the world is changing in this effort that we have to fight
People all around carrying the bags of whatever it is that keeps them all afloat
That in writing a story so that in all of us we believe in the truth that there is a success
Even forgetting to write about it sometimes somehow seems to make the world a better place
Then trust in the Lord Almighty they said as we sat back and watched the universe unfold
The teardrops of each other\'s eyes looked deep into the matter that we all left behind
And the cost of the bill that was never paid for grew into the debt that built the planet
Invading another story which was written down a million years ago by someone new
Worshipping the territory you stand on with ever step getting closer to the truth
This book is filled with the chapters of genius because all of Nature taught it so
Flicking through the pages of any history book which told you that you were killed in a war
Embracing the poet again and again after reading the very last page in an effort of hope
Feeling and being poor in the unity of failing to follow in the degree of any military master
Telling you things we made up but went undercover for the reasons that are known
For killings untested, untreated, unarmed, unnamed, unnoticed and which is more unspoken of
So in showing you something that not even the magic or trickery of wizardry could compare
We take a bow and thank the stars who own all the living explosions of the real magician
Background moments falling into disarray because it always took an instant for us to wake up
That in being human we sleep to live another day and wake up in another decade later
The poet books will always remain the same to tell you how it is
When his pen runs out of ink,