My spirit meets my body when I pick up this pen. Does truth always win or should I go again? The beat goes on, as I watch the man in the Union Jack sing. I picture Nietzsche dancing and dream I am a King. It's once again just me and you. So this poem I'll rhyme for you. I have visions of long lost lands and all that I could miss. So soften your heart or they will submerge like the 10 cities of Atlantis. I know you don't mean it, but it's still manslaughter. When your pride leaves them all dead in the water.