Everyone is a poet, or so it would seem Every slumber needs to waken, articulate dreams Everybody has the need to see and be seen Every eye is an "I" in the sky. Every time that I feel I'm alone in this place Every time that I'm not to your refinery taste Every time that I know you feel that cold embrace... Every junkie needs their continual supply For I am no-one that you ever could meet For within the shower, I am simply the sleet For I am the face of life, incomplete For fortune has but one all-seeing eye Go procreate whatever your seed requires Go recreate whatsoever your heart desires Go do something before your heart expires Go write the insight within your sigh