There Eyes see different but I see there
shadows in the rain. As I walk an the
mud fly on the ground as my steps
push the winds away. I get to where
I am to be an once I do I see a ghost
eating the winds and the stick I have
has a ghost in it and it flew out of my hand and started fighting with the air.
Then I watched an posed as it was fighting the good fight then. Then the smoke appeared and the stick flew back
To my hands. And in a moment the ghost was gone it was in the stick as it traveled with the man and moved away.
Then I heard music an it was as it was
the Blues and the bus doors opened
And I heard...