You feel like the journey almost never began, a year and a day past revival. What a different life I know today in a completely different way, words can never ever quite convey.
Miracles are still passing me by each and every day, I still get to watch and partake.
Of what do I tell the youth when I see evil still walk that way?
Who and what will likely listen and when and why? Does it even matter any more?
You see, the spirit of life does not quit, die, or lie...and keeps afoot fast ahead just a touch, it's light. Faster than the energy that follows and a wake, now awake, some will know I came. I was.
Here, I Always Am!
Dancing on tiptoes of LSD.