A large open space with Shadows covering its surface Vivid images of life slowly starting to flower The smell of the future with a stench of failure Whilst hearing the voices of those who tower us A large open environment with a sense of danger Lights of life beginning there eternal venture A whiff of hope within the stench of judgment Hearing the sound of criticizing minds A vast open creation with a sense of meaning Imagery appearing from the depths of the universe Smell, can you feel the need for life Especially with that voice bringing you up all the time A bounder less energy proud to be the universe Images are not needed as the meaning we rehearse Smell, what smell, I have no nose And that voice is so much help to who ever you know