Voices change, the song stays clear with a heart full o' soul. We lose the vision but then it reappears. What we see is what we know in this country of our myths. When shelter vanishes and we stand exposed then I walk like a savage through the streets of the villages. Defending the illusion. Not giving in to treason. There may be pain, with no gain. We cannot calculate the truth. But we come close enough to keep movin' on. So stay the course, hold on close if only for nostalgia sake. When trust is broken and there's no where to go, I walk like a savage through the cascading images. My thoughts have been pillaged. I can barely hear my guides. I walk like a savage, no longer can I shield my eyes. My country's been ravaged as the ground beneath gives way. When did it turn, when did it change. Can’t blame it on one time or place. Evolution has its fits and mistakes. So stay the course. Hold on close

2019