Walk up and down and through the middle of the road,
Over the roundabout and back again,
Walk with your eye turn with your foot,
Right left left right bless what you meet, Pick up the river and throw it in, Imagine the water cleaning through your mind, Resolving the problems and put a cure again,
Here it is,
There is no yardstick but the day after days,
How do you feel the The next day,
'your look looks like courage,
'you are backing down or you are happy to go
with him,
Pick up a spade and put your hand in the mud,
Clear out a space and plant a seed,
Every chance your plant will grow tall for you,
Turn over, dig up the wound, heal again,
Here it is,
I picked up a stone and threw it,
And said the water with me that there was no gospel,
I moved on up to the roundabout,
Clockwise and anticlockwise and back again,
I sat down in the beach cht again,
The great beep beep in the traffic again,
And I understood then as we understand,
all,
That there is a rhythm in life ¡l in the tide in the traffic,
This is her,
That is the atom and this is my,
advice,
That I stay in peace go with the medicine that is,
in progress,
I call my soul from time to time,
That I remember exactly what is to be,
be up I have,
Pick the center of the calendar and say where you want to be,
Say what you want to do there,
Fix your mind on him, guide your mind,
Go after him and restore healing,
Here it is,
I picked up a stone and threw it © é,
I composed a song and wrote a story.