Wind, western waypoints, where wilderness became war and limits focus my options, where leaves wear all the colors with no sense for fashion, dense fractions, distractions made me, and Im on my way so you want me to play- pay me, brainwaves make change, currency for freedom, talk cheap while my thoughts become real, Im smart-dumb in all fields. So much for show, soul on hold, snow, white pixels and light shines.