February Dawn -- Frost On The Path

After All, A Homeless Man Has Reason To Cry, Everything In The World Is Pointed Against Him.

I Came To A Point Where I Needed Solitude And Just Stop The Machine Of ‘thinking’ And ‘enjoying’ What They Call ‘living’, I Just Wanted To Lie In The Grass And Look At The Clouds.

I Petted The Dogs Who Didn't Argue With Me Ever. All Dogs Love God. They're Wiser Than Their Masters.

You Seek Identity In The Midst Of Indistinguishab Le Chaos, In Sprawling Nameless Reality.

Holy Flowers Floating In The Air, Were All These Tired Faces In The Dawn Of Jazz America.