V-Nessy

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

At least, for me this time, take heed I take solace in this case, This life's young age And breakneck pace As I become the sage

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 callAlas 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 ...