Whats in your mind is sure to be there. Empty the thought, empty the care. Into the night, same as the day, six strides ahead now be on your way. Over the grass through thicket an field, no sense of caution no need of yield. Presence in place of no fearin mind, one step in front with the other behind. Into the night the day's just ahead a blanket an pillow atop a the bed. Into the night you walk with self stride, the lurkin's away it's where they reside. Into the night one step at a time. . . .