sometimes i wonder how much detail do we need to see the picture
that which we value is not necessarily what’s most important
i can hear the sounds but they don’t make any sense unless i listen
we live in shadows of memories rather than standing on the brick
it’s no longer red and has lost its true purpose i still stopped, quiet
sometimes we just need a subtle mechanism instead of brute force
there are moments when we need to be impolite and let out a roar
a small controlled flame warms us and reminds us of our ancestors
how much do we miss because we’ve been conditioned to just see the holes
the places to go are infinite; but you first must step through the door
uptown jack 