Red, red, filled with dread,
thoughts of sanctum clear my head
of doubts of what she seemed to have said.

Haste, perhaps a frantic pace,
to win the race and end the chase,
walk the path you can't replace,
don't look back, go face-to-face.

Blue, the most forgiving hue,
a shade which cannot be untrue,
in the sky and ocean too,
it's got to me,

Has it got to you?

The only limit to our imagination,
Take the stars for what they are,
All creation,
Inspiration,
Swept aside by adaptation,
All for what? a "stronger nation"?
    Take a vacation.

Fearing loss but making gains,
Making cloth but making stains,
If all is lost, then what remains?
Are you free, or still in chains?

do what you say. say what you think.
bring it on deck. the ship cannot sink.

let out the truth. take off the veil.
make your self known. you never can fail.

the sea is vast, but welcomes thee.
there's so much water through which the eyes cannot see.

but to simply glance away can set you free,
so set your self free and be,

just be.

A desire so deep; a cliff too steep,
A vision not spoke in the night when I woke

If only I'd known, I wasn't alone,
in this small simple though, my tongue'd be caught
in the clench of my jaw, and put halt to the paw,

And the flight of the disc would be put at great risk,
by the bank of the brook, with the strength that it took,
to keep one's word, and doubt what I heard.

Though I know not to vie, for soon I shall lie

Under the glow of The Moon.

Begin, and you imply an end,
Think or act, it's all a trend,
Has it all been said before?
Say what moves you; Who's keeping score?