I INHERIT
BUT THE WIND
EMPTY AIR
AN EMPTY TIN
COBBLESTONES
OF DESTINY
THE FUTURE WAITS
DIRECTING ME
I THE PAYER
OF THE TOLL
HEAVY BURDEN
ON MY SOUL
I WHO COME
AGAIN, AGAIN
I INHERIT
BUT THE WIND
THIS MY SPACE
AGAINST THE WALL
OF RECKLESS TIMES
THAT COME TO CALL
ASK ME NOW
WHERE I HAVE BEEN
I INHERIT
BUT THE WIND
Robert Parker Jameson April 20, 2009