If I die tonight
that would be to soon for me
although means nothing to you
but the sun rises over my sky's
which wakes my soul and my eye's
so come to me
all you poets of your soul
some of you have a long time to go
to become as weathered as me
NOT as a GOOD thing would be SO
But luke I am your father

and if i went for gold
seven years in rome
would that make me anything more than i want to be

sometimes i pick my nose
never been known to bite my toe nails
sav'in that for my older years

I do not see any triangel stop sign in my way.