Spitwyld

in the sky, you'll find your answers,                 in your mind, you'll waste your chances,                       lose what can, but isn't, yet should,              and miss what was, might be, and could,                        will slip away, your grip lost wild,                          and drip away, fill 'nother nile,               the tears, that hold your eyes ahead,              the fears, that keep yourself unshed,            held back strong, and closed off tight,            none can save you, me, what's right,  what's meant to be, what's meant to survive,                     i cannot see, but inside it thriv

if I approached 2c, you wouldn't believe me, but it is at 2c where I truly am free, beyond space and time, 'tis where unreality chimes, and so I wait for thee, at a little place called 2c.

there was a time when all we knew:    either this or that. no middle-ground, no breathing space:    here or there we sat. there was a time when all we saw:    either us or them. no compromise, no slack to take:    time to change, but when? there stood a time when truth was only half-full, and misdirection carried three half pull, those days gone by, but sometimes show, appear so sly, like a new fallen snow, now stands a time, it's plain to see:    some of this and that. more space to breathe, and that to walk:    and rest where we are at. now stands a time, it's good to feel:    embracing us and them. lend some rope,

What do you see, Ace, is it clear?  Yes sir, bring our boys forward;  Victory, soon, will our reward. Here they come. What do you fear?  I fear nothing, sir. Look where I am! Yes, I see, your courage does stand. Still, what makes tremble your hand?  You see the sky, how clear it is, Sam? Beautiful, Ace, still answer my question.  But I have, sir, don't you feel it?  Touch the air and sense its nearness. I do, and I have, why those did you mention?  I need to feel that before life's end. Without all the complexities, Brought on by this adversity?  Yes, sir, that's it my friend.