TO SOLITUDE:
Walking along a dirt road with a stick in the sun.
Wires in the trees harmonising with the birds.
Searching for a sound, grass dancing rhythms in the wind.
(K)
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Karl Hyde 
So true
Funny how it seems
Always in time, but never in line for dreams
Head over heels when toe to toe
This is the sound of my soul
This is the sound
I bought a ticket to the world
But now I’ve come back again
Why do I find it hard to write the next line?
Oh, I want the truth to be said
(Ha-ha-haa, haa-ahha)
I know this much is true
(Ha-ha-haa, haa-ahha)
I know this much is true
… so, what’s going on?
❤ that's for sure!