I once knew a man.
I once knew of a man.
That could feel the ocean
lap against his thigh.
He'd walk most anywhere
from the forest to the sea.
With thought of circumstantial
nature in his head. Or of his
present worries - to be honest,
I dont know what he thought of...
I'd like to think it was something original.
And something of importance.
That was entirely to important to say.
I wish he would've stayed near,
He probably did as well.
Imagine to take a sneak
into that penta-prisim,
and hope it helps for you,
for us, to keep perspective.
Of what was, and what is to be.
