I have no choice but to hear you,
that voice deep down inside my toe,
or is it the bottom of my soul?
In that place where wildmen scream,
and crazy dreams dream.
I am there in that land,
the palm of your hand I stand....
no, sit, wait............kneel.
Dancing through space,
time, rhyme and reason.
Forever tell of mystical truth,
revealing lies beneath the surface.
There is a man,
my man of honour.
That king of all time,
father time moving in my mind.
Never at rest always alive,
truly I can feel your jive.

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