Uncounted days; Uncounted nights
Unhindered by unstopping heights
And as I sit alone,
And ponder my own blights
I cannot help but wonder,
Will I ever see each of these fantastic sights?

I sit along the rocky shore,
And watch the Rising Sun
I cannot help but feel this origen
Is telling me naught a thing but one,
And that I must allow my dreams,
to follow with me the Rising Sun

But reality it'self has rythm;
unpredictable at times
And it is now I see...
Where I have come from
Where I shall go
And most of all...
Just what it is I'll be

Perhaps someday I'll follow through
And cast my dreams with hope anew
My imagination being the only thing it saves
And I'll watch the brightness of the sun
As it dives beneath the waves.


I like it... Go Joe!