I know that was a song from I believe in the eighties…call me crazy..I’m Still rocking out ,no maybes. building new cities on rock and roll.the truth unfold, my rhymes of the times.. changing things with my words..as simple as it sounds but it’s complex Im flying with the birds. I’m high on Hope. I have that wish and a dream. that big Glo a big beam. that nonstop attitude. that expression that will put you in a good mood. poetry has become me..I am it. and my fire will always stay lit.