Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Untitled - A River of Stones

My hostesses son is listening to music in the room next door with friends and the following just flew from my fingertips. Can you tell what kind of music he was listening to?

im’a watch it til I’m blind
im’a watch it til I find
i no longer see that kind
til I pry open the closed mind
and let all the sunlight shine
on the cobwebs of design
that prohibit sensible realign
im’a destroy the global mastermind
show the love, the joy of time
life that has bent the line
the circle of life

im’a watch it til I’m blind.

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