oceans of emotions drifting in with the tide…waiting for the sun to rise…spirits stirring in the air… memories of ancient lives… intermingled with mythologies and dreams… night-mares and wicked schemes of devils and gods emporers and kings…Empires crumble when the caged bird sings…there is a time for everything under-neath the sun, but everthing is nothing and then the darkness comes…There is a time for mercy and there is a time for war…theres a time to reap and theres a time to sow…but the grapes of wrath from jehovas wine glass are bleeding in the snow…the prophet said a hard rains coming it sure is awful cold…maybe that sun’s just a reflection of what burned out awhile ago…I am I but who am I I don’t claim to know…