Hello, hello,
Now it's time to go,
We hardly have time to talk.

So come, with me,
And soon you'll see,
I'll explain it as we walk.

Life it seems,
Is so mundane,
Until it's filled,
with so much pain.

As if we're searching,
for some purpose,
and we're all afraid,
of being "worthless"

Some of us,
are truly free,
While Most of us,
pretend to be.
with closed eyes,
What can you see?

I can hardly blame them.

It won't be me,
to prop them open,
I'm not a lens,
And they're not tokens.
So hear the words,
that I have spoken.
For They will lead you to the truth.

And if you'd like,
to hear some more,
come back next week,
for what's in store.
I'll meet you here,
right by the shore.

I won't be hard to miss.