Running through the forgotten forest,
cries from all the birds that perch above me.
Think not the functions of every day.
Feed your mind with all the creative grey.

Come see what you should know tomorrow,
be what has come from your planted seed,
and dream of what tomorrow holds for you
-what has become your creative grey.
Teach your grey.

Like a hundred-way lightbulb, your head sits on your shoulders.
God is not a he. God is not a she.
God is energy, and it shall be yours.

And now we reach into the parts of our brain that we cannot see.
And now we reach into the parts of our brain that we cannot say.
And now we reach into the parts of our brain that we cannot feel.
And now we reach into the parts that we will call creative grey.

Now you know the secret,
and you must use it for the wise.
Go teach the herd; speak the word.
And let the grey spew out of your eyes.