word smith in his smithy shop, heats the thoughts well, he bends and beats, the roads and the curves, walked by men,from a longtime, the world, to make 'em see through his needle eye, and get them a mind,open wide, and very fine.
i knew and know, how fast i slide,
how hard i sway,
how far i throw away,
how long the bubbles were to stay...
friend,i still play the same games,
it's all th same-unpredictable,different maze,
but every time i feel a different way,
i do not allow you to just say...
you have to feel and stay...