Equators to Bi-Polar

I found your hands here
Opening the silo
Shading all the fields
Purified in a glory
Simplified my soul
My everyday life
Every day
Grows into adventure
Inventing
I feel like a madman
Plowing through my days
Equators to bi-polar
I will roam the earth

I will come home
I hope that you will be there
I can’t wait to see you
And purify my soul

– June of 44 (Anahata, 1999)