Right left front back,
never reaching the final track.
Rock robin round and round,
feet in the air, your head finds ground.
Crowding faces chasing hard,
misleading stories, from the start.
Single lines block the way,
lets see what life has to say.
Summer days look not so grey,
follow them, they lead the way.
Thick glasses, perfect vision.
teaches me right , with better reason.
