It’s the crevasses we crawl from under
That makes us who we are
It’s our rock hard Stonehenge’s
That becomes a sinquanon star
.
My sunset mind must rise
Just as seas must float in time
My convictions set in stone
Before these things are mine
.
Although it steals from clocks
It adds the strength of spine
Sitting years upon cold fires of the humankind
Tomahawking tears, years and ears
Until the ringing of godly chimes
And then comes the pleasures of treasure
As I claim this time as mine!
