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