Cents do not matter; they're but leaves blown in the wind
We could but get rid of if not the government would bend
For they exist ever-through the nickel and the dime
Talking fragment pieces from us but a little at a time
Darkness darkness then comes light from nowhere in the abyss
Head away from nothingness with lights from your open wrist
Then the child mind is open to secrets from the all
And be open to the your job your life has been formed to call
Alas alas my dears I fear that call was meant for me
But in truth its meaning does not come to my mind what it could be
For surely surely I still here stand, the precipice of the abyss
And the true meaning of such light I feel comprehension is amiss
Solemnly but hopefully here I stand hunting for the light
Perhaps here soon the answer clear will rise up from the midst
But as it still stands I'm in the dark of s