while sitting on an empty bench on a busy street where people pass by and the sound of exhaust fills the air, smoking a cigarette, i notice the presence of an ant beside my feet for a moment and pause, composing this piece. Stardust The sun rises, the moon drifts Just like you and me. Look at the kites n' butterflies Spinning around the starry nights Why am i here now? Find yourself on a walking ant. Hold your mother tight, while she's still alive Grab her hands Spread your smiles While she's still alive Why am i here now? Be the wind that blows. Everything is a space's reflection Don't cry." Oh colors, colors.