Bully had a name
But I've forgotten
1966 too long ago
mystery in ancient stone
wisdom old as Time
Have to die
In order to make a living.
A person’s perception of another
is limited to
Standing at the bottom of a huge cylindrical room
Surrounded by doors
Two chaps considered the situation.
For every *drop* of truth
there is a bucketful of fiction.
There’s one thing we can’t talk about
At least not in public
No way to discuss, analyze, comment or
Out of empty space
Wood, mud, boulder, brick and
He created completely new worlds
When you feel the stagnate of life
in the shoe
Time to move, to stir, to rally