"i left it blank"

Impossibly perfect
Perfectly impossible

doubt in oneself
oneself in doubt

twist the logic how you want too... they're just words

irony finds you
you find irony

Road blocks can't stop this movement

find your groove
grab your girls
make your dance floor
leave your shades on

upfront/secretive ... it all comes out in the
end

live it how you will; be prepared to face it

you can always do it again
you get more than one shot...
only,
one life though

let the sounds lead you to your version of utopia
while i stew to create mine..

sound moves you
you move sound

i will leave my mark...
on your:
eyes, ears, finger tips
body, heart, soul

my beat is slow and honest
its sounds move through you
the baseline pumps
like a heart
to keep the flow
i count the beats

focus is key
determination is key
support is key

"shoot for the moon...
you might still land amoung the stars" :)

so i leave my slate blank...sometimes the book needs to write itself.