Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON'T YOU SEE?

Walk out of any doorway feel your way, feel your way like the day before Maybe you'll find direction around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you.

Let my inspiration flow, in token lines suggesting rhythm, that will not forsake me, till my tale is told and done.

There are things you can replace, and others you cannot. The time has come to weigh those things, this space is getting hot.

The storyteller makes no choice, soon you will not hear his voice, his job is to shed light, and not to master

Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON'T YOU SEE?

It's better to wear seaweed socks than stick a melon in your brother's ear.