Life is a fight from the day to the night. A fight to stay alive a fight to thrive, a dog eat dog dynamic where the static seek to eat the dynamic, look in the mirror explore your hope and fear. See through to the you-you really are. See to the star. Then-when you see to the star, learn to wander the afar....

You sometimes look at me that wayWith nothing but silence to sayA closed distance unopened by youFraught, and yet, somehow subduedHowever long is at your leisureAs though Fate cutting the measureYet, I too sometimes look at youDistant silence filling...

My legs are my motor The wind blows behind Neither mod nor rocker Just a man on a ride   Like the kid at Christmas By the lead colored tide No dreams of darkness Just a boy on a ride   The endless hill climb Breathing petroleum air Descending rush of...