The names of places and people with whatever effort time can make attempt to erase place or purpose.

What is left of me in this time my bond to my father learned through efforts of time. Not knowing his time long before me but in all void I had gone to climb and isolate self. The teachings of his father be silent and learn nature for a weeks time with nothing.

I went to place I can come back to, sit on my back and close my eyes against the stars and adhere to my isolation. Perhaps pretend death where vultures see with coyotes I am not so.

I could have been nothing more than the echo of existence and moved sodier of art

the face of a hapa, the knows a great achievement will be a great weight to carry. I belong to this land and it arrived at time I am wound, the kneed destiny that some call it.

my call is a recollection if the success of Soundgarden as a band echoed

some sense of grate things and I demonstrate to this world, my small efforts. If I am dead the day after tomorrow to my father who raised me. All I can be is the whole that has come full circle.

Dancing Days cover STP