As the days goes by
the asphalt is being
touched by cars and
humans on their way
to work and pleasure
some looking for the
treasure - some in search
of truth - some on
the wrong route

Sharpened mind
and slumbering
deposit - awakening
of the treasure holder
knock knock knock
on the door - but he's still
asleep
...

Wandering off
to winter wonder land
where all's white and pretty
while the thunder rolls and
the lightening calls for all
to seek shelter

Keep your mind
sharp and clear
steer out of the
red road - keeping
eyes clear and hands firm
like a knife sharpened on
a honing steel


- Like a knife sharpened on
a honing steel