Conventional man Leaping backward at my window Yelling to the naughty children In the back yard of my mind He screams a word Above the overcast skyline And my airtime Is cut through the heart While shivers run, As fast as they will Down my body, through my feet Growing roots into the ground, Another voice cries out silently In the 6 a.m. darkness, Waking up to Sunday morning To a full moon we call day ~ ~ ~ Tomorrow doesn't always come Take a look Take a look at the world Today It's mine, A mind disorder When I run up stairs, Two by two, Four by four, Perpetual motion I ask myself again If life is worth one more day See inside your eyes To look upon your face …One forever, all too long. I spent my faith, I sang my song