Do you know yourself? Between the love and the hate, do you know your strength between the stress and the calm? Do you know your limits between the vice and the abundance? Do you know the purity of your soul and what makes it glow? To know is one thing but to actually understand yourself as a soul, to fully acknowledge your conscience, is the goal. Do you even want to exploit such depth of feelings or do you just ride the wave, obliviously? Running with time and playing with the space that's given to you as it were free, life comes with a price called death. Hoping that the gold you've been so neglectively avoiding, would just turn up, without struggle and ambition, like undriven rewards. Do we learn or do we teach? Can you actually tell one feeling from the other, learning each one to its perfection or do you try and teach what you think we should feel, as opposed to knowing how you should feel? Or are we really lost in this suffocating society, slowly losing who we are with what we create. I cant help but think that we're so unaware of our greatness and history until it becomes just that, legend and myth. Why must life be such ways? Why do we fly blind on the horse of time? If we only understood the changes we set in motion, if we only knew our greatness, then to be honest with you we wouldnt make much a change. For we would know the out come, therefore contradicting our very actions. To not know is the very greatness of our own existence. To not know of our self greatness but with learning and experience, and patience to do so, well find out that the pieces that are missing, can be found just as easy as knowing from the begin with. Dont only learn from others, learn who you are also, dont only teach others teach who you are also. Using selflessness and patience. Through justice we will compulse into new beginnings and tranquillity will endure through to your very soul balancing all within, only then will we see true progression in oneself and also others. Because energy is connected, and forever bounded with faith.

I'm gonna get my kicks before the whole ******* goes up in flames.

Do you know yourself? Between the love and the hate, do you know your strength between the stress and the calm? Do you know your limits between the vice and the abundance? Do you know the purity of your soul and what makes it glow? To know is one thing but to actually understand yourself as a soul, to fully acknowledge your conscience, is the goal. Do you even want to exploit such depth of feelings or do you just ride the wave, obliviously? Running with time and playing with the space that's given to you as it were free, life comes with a price called death. Hoping that the gold you've been so neglectively avoiding, would just turn up, without struggle and ambition, like undriven rewards. Do we learn or do we teach? Can you actually tell one feeling from the other, learning each one to its perfection or do you try and teach what you think we should feel, as opposed to knowing how you should feel? You can't teach feeling. Are we really lost in this suffocating society, slowly losing who we are with what we create. I cant help but think that we're so unaware of our greatness and history until it becomes just that, legend and myth. Why must life be such ways? Why do we fly blind on the horse of time? If we only understood the changes we set in motion, if we only knew our greatness, then to be honest with you we wouldnt make much a change. For we would know the out come, therefore contradicting our very actions. To not know is the very greatness of our own existence. To not know of our self greatness but with learning and experience, and patience to do so, well find out that the pieces that are missing, can be found just as easy as knowing from the begin with. Dont only learn from others, learn who you are also, dont only teach others teach who you are also. Using selflessness and patience. Through justice we will compulse into new beginnings and tranquillity will endure through to your very soul balancing all within, only then will we see true progression in oneself and also others. Because energy is connected, and forever bounded with faith.

Will you keep me watching in the dark          
mirror, as her eyes they stare at you,                          
A little clearer, wthin the reach of your window pane, forever looking into the grain. Though one not seek, deeper to what  stands afar. The keeper of the light were searching  for.              
The clouds are floating through the
midnight skies. While the old bright sun still shines upon til another day I hear the sounds of the earth coming out at night and if you listen a little closer you can still hear the stars speak at night while there shining bright for you and me. The keeper of the light were searching for. Time keeps going on it moves oh so fast. Ole lighthouse still stands a keeper cant seem to last. Ever faithfull through storm and shine, climb the tower at night, high to the heavens so you feel the height,  oh keeper now. It's the keeper of the light were searching for..

Outside was a girl with a smile
That brightened the room for a while
A girl with eyes of joy
That'd bring your mind to ease

What you see on the outside isn't her
Because she hides in disguise
Underneath her wouldn't lie
Just picture her world in your eyes

Shes got a contagious laugh but she hides behind herself oh yeah that girl shes something else and if she would escape from her mad mad world I would bring that girl to mine.

What happened to the days she smiled
When her heart was just a child
She could do whatever she wanted to
She could have whatever she wanted to

If she could only see what she means to me or if she could feel the feelings that I felt and if she would escape from her wretched world I would bring that girl to mine,  I would.

The day was young, not a single shine of light from the sun, not even a bird chirping about, not yet at least. He was already out for the day while everyone else was still asleep. He was well rested with a light meal in his stomach for he didn't have much of an appetite at dawn. He always had coffee brewing so we can get a cup when we woke. The man was up in age, and you'd think he'd be slowing down by now, but oh no, not him not good ole paw. It was every day sept Sunday hed be out in the fields. Every mornin round 5 or 6 ish. No tellin what the old man does that young in the day. Just know he be doing something. Whether he be tending to the chickens or hustling in his barn. Point being the old man kept himself busy. Meanwhile in the house maw would be fast asleep, she ain't open her peepers till bout 10ish now that's late for paw still a but early for me. Maw'd like to wake up and cook the morning breakfast . That's when I'd wake up to the delicious smell of fried eggs. I'd go into the kitchen and grabbed me a plate, then sit on the couch with maw and we'd watch the morning shows. Then after I've had my breakfast, I'd slip into my britches and go outside to find paw to see what he had in store for me for the day. The number one rule on the farm. It dont matter if it's hotter than a goat's **** in a pepper patch in June or colder than a witch's **** in a brass bra I'm January I was to get my *** outside before noon or else.

There once was a man
who lived on down da bayou
went crabbing for his amors etouffee but before he got to dat bayou
he picked up his bon amigo
then dey headed down highway 41
Well the trip was going smooth
as the wind be blowin til they stopped at the station for some pane upon arriving to dat station it was being robbed for its payment and now they got a 3rd in company
Its been a long time coming, who dat cajun running, said he must've lived on down the road. Ain't stopped for no crawdads ya know they dont know where dey at, the ole creole man be ramblin again. Dey been back and forth, up and down, fought like a mule, acted a clown, dont think dey known theys right from left. Mason jar of daniels, open road in the high beams. Ain't no telling the cajun man's dream and his podners sceme.