Balancing on the surface of existence Between illusion and reality I see what I have missed before I discover the truth which proves false I let out
When a dream pulls a dark curtain over me When the misery of a day Disappears somewhere in the darkness Tired thoughts wander off They leave to rest
opaque windows Locked up in the hermetic world Of doctrines and rules We?re all the same Equally overage and thoughtless Equally frightened Living in shame is
Here on the hill Among wild grass bent by the wind You stand, staring into the endless space Where silence announces its existence A ritual dance of
here I am and I am and I am and than I?m gone Oh my God Does this make sense Is this real Or is it my imagination -comedy is over- relief Jammed through
