Direction Unknown
The poetry comes sounding; through the beating of the drums;
And with it come the messages; which from this life will come.
Pictures can be painted; of winged hearts of love;
And creation through a window; is watching from above.
The concepts of integrity; sing an ancient tune;
While the givers of disparities; praise the dark side of the moon.
The wind has spoke soprano; while the thunder runs the base;
You may hear just what you want to; but the answers have no face.
The rider on a pale horse; brings a mighty word;
But maybe in these words as such; these mighty words you’ve heard.
Everything is everything; but little stays the same;
And this mystery is confusing; as is the nature of its game.
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