• Thump, Thump, Thump.
    Our endless base drum
    Pumping the spirited wind through rivers
    Of calescent sky

    Thump, Thump, thump.
    Our metronome of time
    Clicking a melodic pace
    Towards the passing of our days

    Thump, Thump, Thump.
    Our suitcase of living pouches
    Dancing auburn among
    White ghostly strangers

    Thump, Thump, Thump.
    A filtering carwash
    Changing direction
    Showing new pathways
    New futures

    Thump, Thump, Thump.
    Our heart
    The soul and center
    An Angel of life
    The time bomb of death
    The heart