Drifter/Perseus in Icarus Rock-Opera for @actual-bill-potts
Donβt look for the person in the crowd. Youβll no longer find anyone. People judge others by their own merit While they condemn anyone whoβs not like them. And having taken wing like a desperate yell Over the desert of bowed heads, Youβll suddenly realize β youβre an old man. This torn net is your only yield. Your sea is nothing but a sea of sand Out of shattered hourglass. Your truth is nothing but longing For wordsβ habitual meaning.


















