from within

any way to connect the dots of life i shall reach

anyway to reach the full spectrum and hear

the varies beats of the music i will hear the drum

nothing was ever given and nothing shall be taken

without a mutal way of communication and understanding

eyes to eye and whisper to ear all things are here and in between

and while others are cool when a bird sings

i tend to keep that part of the conversation in my mind and it is

in the vault and has no plans to be stated unless the inner voice

has a outer outlet that is a fair third party and yet it will never be

told the same again, for the first reaction is the expression that is

timeless in my sentiments