Living in his own souls hole,
scraping needlessly hurting,hunting, feverish for a long lost goal,
And good times long past.
It can poke through and glisten, waiting for a symbiotic truth....
Go to ground go underground, understand to astound.
Come as your nature persists
Make the natural seem profound.
Empty hollow void and devoid
Words to embrace
Face the void face to face.
That's our nature the nature of the race....
Take it on....
Add style to taste
But break ground and do it with purpose and grace.