The words were not there
But something was stirring deep within
Insanity or brilliance, perhaps both
Understanding the fullness of its urgency has never come
I put pen to paper and wrote anyhow
I wrote what I saw within
Heaven and Earth
Unlaced and dancing
Beating upon internal drums ... I could barely hear
I put pen to paper and wrote anyhow
And though I am sure of very little
I am certain of one thing
That you and I, are pieces of all of this
This primal dance of Heaven and Earth
So I put my pen to paper and I write anyhow
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
The words were not there
But something was stirring deep within
Insanity or brilliance, perhaps both
Understanding the fullness of its urgency has never come
I put pen to paper and wrote anyhow
I wrote what I saw within
Heaven and Earth
Unlaced and dancing
Beating upon internal drums ... I could barely hear
I put pen to paper and wrote anyhow
And though I am sure of very little
I am certain of one thing
That you and I, are pieces of all of this
This primal dance of Heaven and Earth
So I put my pen to paper and I write anyhow
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