It loomed in front of me, the darkness
The light seemed to disappear in the shadow
If I could offer you the light
Would you put it to good use?
Light the way to the sound that surrounds you
Drip…drip…drip went the water from the tap
It created a beat so sick; it was like the Asiatic flu
It would have been too easy, to begin a rap
But that is not the purpose of the sound
The purpose needs to be found
It is difficult to find the purpose
It cannot just be bought by a British pound
This poem is an understatement
The difficulty involved with the finding of the sound
Needs to be put into a restatement
If you expect to find the reason for the sound
Could this sound be the answer?
Not to the solution of cancer
But to the question that we call life
Which you my friends will have to find
