Hooded thespian, desert scalf wrapped around my truth, spitting venom, as if i can taste it, hasty young spirit, old soul in a rush to grow, nomadic in many ways, unfamiliar to today, inbuilt knowlage making its way forward from the past, allas! A warrior!, reincarnated, to challenge and flatten old systems outdated, pure of heart, stubble and gap between teeth, lucky one, guided by the protectors of other dimensions, holes in white plimsole pumps, symbolic of hardship encountered on journey, eyes weary but no light diminished, sharp sight seeking out the next mission, bag on shoulder, best freind, tool holder. Heart full of revolution, brain pollution? Not for this nuisance! Free thinker, spirit and soul, goal to remain whole...