Every image has a story
Measured in numbers, in seconds in time, all those we preach to discover new rhyme, but forced to comply with all that we know, forced move forward to stay in the flow.
But time never started it got used to conform, to bring us together to create the true norm, but if we have infinite ticking the clock, why not to move backwards to end this rot.
I taking the bridge no matter the cost, cos time we spend watered will calm what we’ve got.
We will take it back…
All is one and one is all and moments live and die in the spark of continuous movement. But footprints leave behind stories of connections that live as long as they are still told.
Deep, deep down in amongst the undergrowth, thickness, darkness and lif…light.
The old die young but never lost, they stand and wait until new will pass… Waiting till rotting breeds new life and turns what was old into a… (pause)
Sanctuary and shelter new and old will give new stories to all both young and old.
When simplicity makes you smile. Everyone is welcome even if they are bad.
Can you squeeze a little more out of what you have or do, or do you just replace it with something new.
With all the fun there is to be had can you live forever true.
But when you have sucked it all away the glass is empty, just buy a little something else to pick a new energy.
But it is true to say that if, you wait till it is dry there will be nothing left to inspire your inner eye.
So pack away the things you own and throw away the key, keep your eyes wide awake for the world’s simplicity.
Squeeze away, suck out the fun, drain all that it is there, please yourself, burn everyone, but don’t come crying when it is bare.
For the choice is yours, to drain to buy, the newest of the knew, the world has all the answers for all your questions true.
But remember when all is said and done to listen to yourself, ask yourself the question were you sheep or something else?
They said to follow the direction of the cross, but it pointed up. How could we go up?
Life From the Dirt 