yet some say that i am insane

is that not ironic? my soul not sonic

as i flow through the tonic, of life i find

that the strife behind, that pushes and pulls

and pulls and pushes me

into all of the bullshit that i experience from day to day

is the reason.. for my search, or journey, or struggle

to find.. the broken pieces of the sign

that combine, to form the crooked line

that we call.. peace y'all

-the roots, peace-