[THE FULL CUP RUNNETH OVER]

[THE FULL CUP RUNNETH OVER]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... THIS PIECE WAS WRITTEN FOR THIS SONG...
http://youtu.be/O12mCPA7B2c

A man sits head bowed.
Even when he was a part of the problem he knew held a part of the solution.
It implanted in he when he was just a seed in an African ancestors testicles... The eggs in an African ancestors ovaries. 
He looks back over his days, the wasted times and sighs.
So busy running from what Allah wanted that he alienated those who would have loved him. 
Now he has become a man driven and his grey attests to that fact.
Tears fall from his eyes and soak into the fabric of his shirt and they stain his soul. 
Such a curse this thing knowledge.
If he could he would give it to everyone he could, yet he has tried that time and time again, oh to be blissfully ignorant.
To not know the surface temperature of the sun or the true meaning of the pyramids.
How to manipulate time and space on a whim.
These are the things that run through his mind as he sits head bowed.
The man is sad because he knows that his kind dies alone even when surrounded by the masses, cause sheep smell death and retreat to the corner still wrapped in confusion.
Even the lion dies.
The man raises his head and rises once again on his quest to be freed from the grip of his curse.
His clothes catch the breeze of his forward movement and flap like the robes of modern day prophet.