Look In, Look The Storm In The

Each Of Us A Cell Of Awareness Imperfect And Incomplete Genetic Blends With Uncertain Ends On A Fortune Hunt That's Far Too Fleet

Standing In Front Of A Microphone Where Every Word Or Every Slip That You Make, Especially In These Times, Is With You Forever - You Want To Say The Right Thing. I Fell Into Having To Extemporize, And It Came Okay Because Of Tools I've Learned. I Said [to Myself], "remember [to Mention] Mom And Dad."

But Glittering Prizes And Endless Compromises, Shatter The Illusion Of Integrity...

If You Choose Not To Decide, You Still Have Made A Choice.

Like A Force Of Nature Love Can Fade With The Stars At Dawn...