The sun rounds up the dark
And levers up the morning sky
Soft sounds penetrate the ground
Clarity marries and then you find
Priceless paintings on transparent eyes
.
All you pen heads gather round
Drop the garments you have found
Show the world what you’ll wear
Bare yourself among your peers
Digging down into that underground
.
Fame is the same as failure
Neither protects from danger
Nor lifts you up out of yourself
Only you can raise that shelf
Words the only true savior
.
On this ball of fire we fly
Shall we not light up the sky?
Melt the dark and shoot the light
Push the air with our flight
You will be you, and I’ll be I
.
Right or wrong write the pain
Weak or strong you will strain
Blood on silk or white on stain
These are things you must change
.
Human truth with pen in hand
Rewrite the fate of coming man
.
Poetry our longest song
Singing to ourselves alone
It’s up to us to paint the rose
Until the lid of life is closed
