Hear, hear, and here it is, and so it goes, I hear it echoing into my ears, resonating,

as I pay pittance to those who came before me, to the Jacksons, to the Smiths, to the Johnsons,

to all the names that echo into my mind, that echo into the world around me, with each and every word,

I pay pittance and I pay tribute to those that come before me, to those that will come after,

to You I submit my existence, as you to I; as you to I, as one to another, I hear, I say,

I feel the effect of your words digging into the world around me, just as you mine,

and I praise those who have had the audacity to dig so deep as to uncover their own selves.

I song a song of forgiveness, of absolution, of fortuitous resolve, of metaphorical rebirth,

of the leaves and the trees and the grass and the dirt, of the mud and the sand and the water and the stumps,

Of the grasshopper, the cicada, of all that lies beneath and above, I sing of a world that we know all too well,

I sing of the fossils of yesteryear, of the fondest memories that once existed to only please,

of the unhappiness that lurks behind every eye, waiting to come out and be replaced with bliss,

I sing of the creatures that frolic in the fields, of the fields themselves, as they are reborn

to a life anew with the plentiful cries of the abundant fauna, expanding themselves forevermore.

Of course there were the kings of creation past, of creativity abound, of a forethought, of our mentality,

There were the fathers of thought, I sing of them all, as much Aristotle, as I do Kierkegaard,

I sing of Socrates, of Plato, of Hippocrates, of Hegel and even more so, of myself, as I do of you;

The kings of yesteryear come alive in our words, the queens right in stride beside them,

with their thoughts carrying themselves for aeons to come in each and every single breath

that we allow to escape from our most precious selves, that pervade into our most deepest, most intimate thoughts;

I breathe in you as you me; one existence belongs to another, as every single person coexists

in the heart and soul of their neighbour, as every single neighbour coexists in the heart and soul of their own self.

I sing a song of myself, of yourself, of this world and all alike and different.

I can recall a time when the world around me seemed like nothing but a medley of left and right,

a collar on the neck of a new era, waiting to be lifted to newer heights, a lifetime of achievement to amount to life itself;

and within life itself, the wind purrs to my ear sweet melodies of blissful acceptance;

as the wind does whisper into my ear, I cast myself upon a penance, upon a whimsical dream,

and as I dream, just as I live and breathe, everything around me at once holds itself still,

as it forces itself into motion, and greets itself from deep within.

Sometimes it would seem, when the wind does not speak, that the world itself does not speak,

that there is no world behind me, only a vague memory of what once was yet no longer could be said to be,

of what once broke my back with the pain of a lifetime but alleviated the pain with each passing moment,

as the seconds turned into minutes, the minutes into hours, as the progression grew, so too

did all of those around me, so too did I; slowly at first, but quickly it came, as though

’twere green springing forth from naught in a field, as though ’twere the grass sprouting up

to spread its roots for miles to come, ’twere as though a sycamore had from thin air appeared

before mine,

’twere as though it were an evergreen that lay before me, an elm, a pine tree, an oak in full growth

looking down upon me and dictating the natural order of things: creation, growth, and discord from beauty,

the ultimate path that is to be taken at the end, to an eternity of all and nothing,

in the company of kings and beggars, aristocrats and thieves, men and women alike,

all who have paved the way before me so that I may praise them to this day.

Whenever I curse another being, it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, a foul aftertaste, reminiscent of the putridity of hatred;

When I praise another, it leaves the sweet taste of a new world growing inside of me;

As I do curse, so do I also praise, so do I also live, breathe, strike, and mend;

As the world falls before me, I take it upon myself to replace the fallen with life anew,

and as life anew so replaces itself with the fallen, so does the fallen give rise to a new era;

every new age ushers itself in with complacency, warmness,and happiness;

The recipe for immortality, and how it lies right beneath our very noses, ’tis a mystery to me,

that we all persist in our minds, our souls, our world, forever, in forms plus forms,

as we so become humans, so too do we become the world around us, so too does the world around us become us.

The world cries for safety, just as it coos in contentedness, just as we listen to the waves

penetrating every last existence with the message of one majestic truth, of the sound of the wind,

the babbling brook, the trees swaying, the stars shining, the sun bursting with energy which it so abundantly shares,

the moon glowing, the night sky lurking, the clouds shifting, the grass breathing, and our souls growing,

One majestic truth of love, happiness, peace, and acceptance; I accept my fellow man as I do myself,

as I do love myself, as I do hold myself, so too do I, and so too does the Human, hold all other Humans

at the most base level, the primordial level of existence.

As I live and breathe, as I give my praise and worship, as I take in the air around me, so too do I bring the world to a stop,

so too do I allow the world to continue, spinning madly on into infinity, into the forever that we have been cast into,

as I do live, as I do think and as I do breathe, as I maintain all that is within my mind, so too,

do I break apart the chains that have constricted me, so too do I initiate myself among the leagues

of the free, so too do I float in the breeze as though it were never there, so too do I live in peace,

in harmony, among all that envelops me within the shell of serenity, within the spheres of life itself;

Within each and every breath, within each and every moment, is another heartbeat waiting to come out

and tell us all of the story that it carried with it, from beginning to end;

So was it that we began, in the darkness of the void, so was it that we will end, be it in the dark,

as we were once accustomed, or be it in the light, as we have now acclimated to ourselves,

or be it in the twilight of the heart, be it in the twilight of the mind, there will always

be a thought to persist after that, a soul, one existence that will never die, in and of itself.