My tongue is numbed by the pressure of trying to express
Or perhaps that's just the baby ambesol on the tip of your
tongue depressor

Fellow children, oh kids of the stars,
Lets infuse one another with adoration of all heartache and anger and wars
Lets be indignant of inherent rights we never fought for
Lets be idealistic naive children of the earth, like so many youths before

Because I've loved and lost
And you've lost yourself
And we can play hide and seek within these looseleaf sheets
Lovers entwined for the duration of the penning,
And once we've flushed the last of our life-aches from the line
We can file the sheets by emotional anguish on the highest shelf
Drained of that experience we'll hydrate ourselves with Hope
And strive to start again

This is a call to passion, to ambition, to rage and to achingly tender sights
To living the elegant and poignant Dreams drawn in effervescent nights

O My Brothers,
Any One can be a philosopher equipped with words and at least one set of ears
Keep to the quick, set foot to the road and when you find the path of life is making you sick,
Pen it out to refresh your soul