Running, catching rhythms in my mind, composing their essence into sublime poems.

Brick-like order lying in patterns – acknowledging thefact that life is in front of and before you.No paths to see or follow – each person must design his own.Each one is responsible for their own tomorrow.

Taking steps to remember days of old as they try tobe forgotten in times of lonely sorrow.Mirroring left-over memories as they float away uponwaves of an ocean.

Clapping hands, creating a venue for the creative justice being served to children all around.

Tones perfectly at ease, filtering rhythm along linesof musical melodies.Taking notes by the hand, catapulting everyone intothe past with an energy fulfilling their tempos of being.