\"I\'m searching for signs and dancing on a dime.\"
The hermit wandered over yonder,
and revelled in the open border.
He travelled up the beaten path,
\"is there anything here to have?\"
Choosing what to use,
it\'s a huge part of that.
Ideas ooz off the past.
The hermit began to dance:
flowing over the sides, throwing specks collide,
atmospheres arise, and spheres combine,
representing like time, infinite in-out rhyme.
\"I\'m socially lost and where am I?
Will I find some imagination here?
Maybe I can find some reality in time.
I will bring morality here
and commandeer this climb.\"