grammy

Party with some Rock-Stars
   Living as a peasant
Seeing past our future
Working through the present
Champions have been conquered
Tho, tattered from this journey
Hearing through the noise:
   "There isn't any hurry"
 
Masterpieces in my hands
      Jewels fall from these lips
Sensing a need for change
& several unguided trips
Dinner at our Enemies
         Everyone's invited
Sniffing through these clue's
In search of what they're hiding...