If time is a virue, then virue I give.
For standing upright can show some light that time is relative like a sedative,
Slowly seeping while you live like a question.
Two months maybe an eternity, yet three years can be a flash,
Perception stash somewhere in the mind’s ash leftover from the fires
Burning in January.

I say hell yeah, here I am. I say hell yeah, here I stand.
If the music is rolling, let your mind flow in, the direction your body’s going.
Tiache, can you see it? Can you dig it? Can you feel it? Can you breathe it?
Spring is here somewhere, maybe, wow, what is meant by that?
Maybe winter’s still knocking, saying put on your snowboard stockings,
Get that guitar rocking, for tonight it’s time to shine.
So time I wonder, were these two months for real?
If I seem to think that maybe I’ll forget, the valley of the shadow of mediocrity
Always leads to the sea or the mountain.
Tiache is an idea, a concept, leaving behind your precepts, turning off the tv sets and picking up the forceps.
Grabbing whatever spark that leaves it’s mark to start this mode of thinking. Identify your strength and agility,
having faith and humility, practicing your ability, so the world can see that I am what I am, I am a man with 
something to deliver. When I say Tiache, I’m talking an eternal place, individually that we face, yet common among
the human race, a place of potential energy moving formally to a place of central healing. Now grab it if you can,
formalizing your plans, slapping hands, fives high to the sky, all the sisters and the brothers, all the fathers 
and the mothers saying can we get down?!!