Feeling in charge of emotions and all
having the veiw of an entire world
climbing higher in the middle of a fall
seeing the places and people unfurl

A likely place to figure out everything
where life is perfect while being above
placing the actors where they belong
it seems that they have all but the love

Shooting the mind to a different level
trickling from there down to the soul
keeping track of the good and the devil
reading the future, practicing the old

Joining a wave of tempered vision
shapes and forms exclusively change
a following of legends like Jesus the risen
sees no bound, no border, no range

Under and over and through the walls
a sure way to be a part of it all
the ancients beckon the candle lit halls
they have their bread and their baccanals

Counting on plans that are coming this way
no need to guess, it's just a word that we say
a volunteer god that wanders these parts
the lands of hell, the lands of hearts

At times they've been so clearly within reach
chances to step into the actual light
strolling along the edge of the living
close to freedom along similated sight

Messages came and tried to be seen
meaningful and always persistant
although they knew where I had been
insight from them seemed so distant

Echoes wanting to escape from the soul
many nights of forest thick with darkness
encompassing all of the mind and heart
so far jaded in the ways of evolution

Many would simply say that it's  this life
being called by random opportunity
they've often been known to fit together
the best would plummet while they stall

The results lay where the mind cannot see
they bewilder those who try to look into them
the vast place where we cannot yet be
the open space where the time cannot flee


Almost everything needed is there
or here depending on where we look
into the midnight or out in the day
the covers mean nothing without the book

A river of scents and cymbals, a closeup look at tomorrow
the land and people borrow, collaborating hymnals

Stayed inside the darkness, somewhere in there is light
sensations are like coasters,  before peace there is a fight

Paths beaten for understanding, on an imaginary cutting edge
manufacturing mental landings, between the visions there is a wedge

Impromptu races can teach us how to deceive
decoys in the mind show us what to retrieve
a blind world will never know how to conceive
a gemlike planet and a pressure relieve

Try as I might , I can not forget the memory
attempting to jump from the banks of regression
treading water in the pools of oblivion
wanting escape from its relentless impression

What was needed was truly deserved
everyone born should learn to feel wanted
searching in places open and reserved
seeking to fill a void,  we the haunted

Somehow convinced that the mire is ours
feeling so normal in the space of confusion
by default losing many days and hours
holding hands with shame and delusion

It's too late to get back what was lost
taken away by a fast rushing river
each day seems to inflate the cost
the dividends no one can ever deliver

Some of us are missing just what we needed
replacing love with other shapes and forms
learning how to find us within ourselves
becoming friends with the visceral storms

there is a huge race to get ahead
and the whole world is falling behind...

Feeling the depth of time all around
my soul sheds tears at every joyful sound
I feel it in my face, in my head, in my eyes
a horse without a carriage
like limits without skies