Emerge from the caccoon that has held me so long,
Courage, howl at moon, flying soon in high noon sun,
I pull a rune one, its blank and for that i thank.

Listening, mystery mission,
glistening, crystal prism,
schism, wisdom,
White to spectrum, back to galactic light,
Impact the night, in this luminous universe,
watch me tune a verse to Fibonacci,
And spiral out about that viral style shout.
No doubt,
Spiral in, cycle in the tidal spin,
Light will dim then bright again.

The seed first, then the rebirth,
See her first as we nurse,
The sweet love i speak of,
Meet the peak of sky, die, fly high, be free,
And see the sea of we, feed the need of glee,
and do be do be do be FREE.

Life is short be happy with what you got,
Cause' when you try to get,
What you got will seem like rot, when you get not.
theres a lesson to be taught,
keep that thought, and may you be happy, joyful to the little things,
Cause' that joy gives you wings,
And there are so many little things... ;)

The lone poet sits on a mountain side,
he sings his songs of joy with pride,
I man grown, yet still a young boy inside,
see the boy inside never dies even the man tried to **** it,
because the man saw the plan but had no power to fill it,
But the said i can, and together they would will it,
to lift off in praise to the sky above,
to flap its wings and soar in ways you and I will discov',

A lovely dove with a lonely poet on its back,
he said to me the rain falls to keep us all on track,
to bring us back to the tribe i try so hard to describe,
so i write as a scribe alone on the mountain,
songs and words bubble forth flowing as a fountain,

To lay awake at night staring at the clock countin',
Praying for the first sun rays to, to take him back to those days,
Those days he cant remember,
Life was in a haze until the awakening on the 21st of december.

Patience is a virtue, yet sometimes being patient is the hardest thing to do,
You know to well so you thought you didn't need to try,
Life taught you different, now to comfort you say bye bye,
Why cry when it wasn't promised in the first place?
you where shown a glory and told to get it you must win this race,
face the pace,
you lost and now you are sad,
Mad, but glad you where given a chance in the first place.

The wheels turn,
the candles burn,
The song is sung,
The gong is rung,
Yet, at a new ring of the thing we crown a king,
The people sing and the next part of the cycle will start.
show heart, and go about with new vigor,
Be who you are,
Go figure.