Lines, straight and neat in the cold, at my feet.
Lines, long and linear, not hear not far, just near.
Lines, they go on and on..they do.
Signs, they run up the length of our lives
Signs, they run down the backsides,
Signs, they are everywhere, read them, listen.
Breath, it comes out and goes in,
Breath, it makes us understand,
Breath, enjoy them before the last one.
Conscience, We have it and we will it.
Conscience, with words, actions and life.
Lines, Signs, Breath and Conscience.