A song about vanity and how it can drive one to a false sense of supremacy and righteousness … and how the simplicity of the forces of nature can challenge this predicament … I've been messing with the scale and tempo of this tune for the past…

I finally got my trumpet out, after 35 years of it being stashed away ... another draft from RPM2012 ... enjoy ... lyrics below: When I was just shy of 17 The days were short, the nights were kings We stayed awake to sing a song We never thought…

First song for my RPM 2012 effort.

Dwelling preamble

Schizoida