tilt horn your horn as Thor did n try to drink the sea again.......

ahhh slips into the abyss again,

sirius b smooth skin n colder water consuming only fumes, fumes...

listen, again my friend, the goats are whispering...

"there's gold down there"

pain and anguish bare wear ta

new days and better ways,

harder spirits. hear it?

back to the woods roots for the good,

these boots've slid plastic slopes in with the pure clean hopes

n elegantly the dream unravels

strapped with travels n gear knowledge n broke saddles

displaced water on canoes..... then he paddles

more souls, same goals n goats in plain sight

A Bus, sheer will n faith to press on through this night

time is our time.

bring burn to the face of the sun,

cool it off, put it on a hook now ewe press rerun rerun rerun rerun rerun rerun........