with the channels planted merly syncronized to the daily schedule of matter hipntoized, the current changing run of thoughts has brought me upon a strangers cross.
together what is this work to be? a shining star like the ones we see,
the truth to share for all alike the harmless harmony of life.
now tell me things this stranger might, ask me out upon the night,
what can i ask this stranger for? who his life must meet in hours more
does he like the ocean or the sun in all its bright. glide along we then shall see the strangest one is neither him nor me,
truth be told and we shall see the untold unfolding like we wish to be
his words speak truth to my ears
ringing words are for romancing whores