We tread along...
	tread along...
	to acquire places we belong.
	We sing I here
	songs of my endurance and Passion for higher places
	and nobilities, dreams magnetized rise to the surface
	where we can perceive and reason
	any presence seemingly so good so high and oh, too good
	for you or me
	but no, you see
	now know it's true
	just have a moment to recognize...
	blinding blissful wishes of the common sort:
	owning stores or saving humanity
	nothing extraordinary but only one's own peculiar
	want...
	Do you?
	Let's see it
	for real
	for once
	a thought, a scream
	welcomed to shatter the peace in a name
	for what's True
	for without you there is only anybody
	else, and "anybody" will never
	do
	...but then again, as long as somebody does it...
	...and "somebody" is who's sought...
	that "somebody" is everyone.
Copyright 1999 John Feissel. All rights reserved.