In cages we set our tasks
And our tasks set us in cages.

In truth we set our sights,
And our sights set us in truth.

The rambling rolling flow of time
	Has nails that are driven, from time to time
	Through all my hands and feet
	For I have nought but my mind to defeat
To let myself go free
Into a world that has rejected me
One that I despise
For it is full of hatred and lies
And lies are like 
Small spiky snails
That crawl into your eyes
Blinding you to the earthly skies
Stultifying the chance to realise …

The white hot ants of degradation
	Stabs wounds a thousand words long
	For the blindness
Is almost a kindness
For where people do not know
There is a happiness
That will ignore the encroaching glow
“First there is a mountain 
Then there is no mountain
And then there is”
Musician gives us the food
We only need to do the good.