I rush around circles complexes are never ending
running running gasping yet never losing thrust.
dancing emotions play outright in the dark standing
Never out of the light. Up beat tempo words rythumicly
Bouncing thought the night. The music shows threw day light.
public music once thought hidden, brought to the public to see.
music once a lions stare now a weasel in despair. enlighten
by these eyes a panthers stare Calum knowing perseverance and powerful standing
to hear the music play through these eyes. it is now the concept
the lion fears. The facade of the jungle has vanished drums beating
enchanting to ears wanting yet the panthers drums clearing air.
drums hidden bringing focus to sounds. the platform of the lion will never be
the base of the world. It is the panther who sounds the stag in the back
only bring forth when strength and desire it is the matching drums the panther seeks. The courageous
and confidence the lion lacks is what the panther needs to keep rythum moving to keep the music playing. The lion will always be the lion gloomy mass of diverse laws, never really. The panther will move on playing asking only the same . conceptive animals bringing own music to play as a dream, the jungle will bring forth to become a rain forest in the savannah.
