Over thinking, over analyzing, separates the body from the mind

With my feet upon the ground
I lose myself between the sounds
and open wide to suck it in,
I feel it move across my skin.

I'm reaching up and reaching out,
I'm reaching for the random or
what ever will bewilder me.

And following our will and wind
we may just go where no one's been.

We'll ride the spiral to the end

and may just go where no one's been.


Spiral Out


Keep Going,


Spiral Out


Keep Going,


Spiral Out


Keep Going.......



gnight,
j