I touched the sky and found it haunted
A million souls held my hand
My mind raced through their lifetimes
The sad, the lonely, stuck between worlds
The minds of great philosophers
When I retract my hand
Will my mind retain their thoughts?
There is one above all that haunts me
Da Vinci, pleading for more life
I have more to give
His words echo in my heart
I wanted to tell him that life
Is right there waiting
to bite you in the arse
Like a junk yard dog…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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