A talented canvas is empty
The reach of miles means nothing
Art of words and music of pixels
When does yesterday yield?

I have no regrets
I find the empty love
Now people hide
It takes strength to be

The hidden strokes bend
The simple life ends
The beauty begins
The tapestry is ready

It is the masters of life
The people that control
The people that console
The people that build walls

On an island shore
Send away to go
We see something out there

Specks of paint in love
Notes and simple tones
Words and pictures out there

We find the darkened lines
We fill the empty sketch
We are simply out there

The lighting is the flow
Let the pictures glow
We’ll find something out there

Pressing stop instead of go
Simple verse simple slow
Backing up not too fast
Going forward in reverse

Free and clear
Open road
Sunset backward
Slowly goes

Hands and feet
Rhythmic pace
Don’t look up
Or around

Going straight
Side to side
Always somewhere
Always fine

Don’t look back
Stay instead
Somewhere freer
Lies ahead

Pummeled by information a dissemination
The feeling of an insurrection

The data will set us free it will be our salvation
It is the information the severe bit

The book-burning was symbolic
The napalm would be more righteous

I cannot make up these things
It is a will it is the truth people are tired of lies

visceral parade
a serenade
burst of colors
solid shade

sweet sunshine
sweet sunset

vibrant life
explosive life

simple tunes
lucid moons
dancing swiftly
forever soon