Seek not your inspiration Among the dead wood. The ashes of the past may fuse To cloud your vision. Let loose the bonds that tie To the rhythm and the rhyme, To the song and story. Rather look to the living tree Which holds the power of re-creation. You can hold the water of life Within your hands. Capture and live your dreams In the day. Have no fear of the night, Change the colours that you wear, Find and walk in a new light.