The birth of all depend on it
The death of all depend on it
Be it punctual, be it late, be it auspicious
Be it dreaded, be it unknown
The blades of grass
The hearts that pump
In between life and death
All depend on time

In this life there is so much ritual
its rare to find somebody
that really does wish  you well
heading off the games right at the pass
spreading out the flames to the entire cast


Some people are used to
being away from themselves
and knowing how to see
anything but themselves
sometimes it seems hard to
stay inside of ourselves
and many times we pay
right outside ourselves


Signs from the distance
somehow enter the mind
meeting with resistance
some lose and some find


Being borne to a name
along with the creatures
scratched by the nails
of immature teachers

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

I remember the castle, the foreboding yellow castle
breath from the horses causing cosmic clouds just above the earth
unveil your iron hearts and show us your worth

An early morning messenger carrying news to half the land
bundles of happenings undersea and over land
lives, paragraphs and pages to sell
many different conclusions to tell
most breathing and some using dying

Fresh footprints on the cold white path
showing bright the setting moon
strewing diamonds on frosted grass

A spectrum of different experiences happen to come together
side by side they faithfully converge
so many faces have known a spectrum of different experiences


Seeing from years of old alongside the watery time
many  psyches seduced by mysteries
roaming the earth and the air and seeing from years of old


An auspicious collaboration with one single life then another
falling into the same chance for fortune
falling in to become part of the auspicious collaboration


Dripping with sweat from hundreds of generations
gathered in the midst of an echoing journey
looking up looking around looking forward
meet me exactly in the middle again
dripping with the sweat of hundreds of generations

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

You were there, I know you were
the left side of my brain tells me so
I can still feel your breast against my cheek
it will forever be a memory of tomorrow for me

I know you must remember
how could you ever forget
has it plagued you as it has me
those ideal plans of yesterday

To a new life across the raging ocean
leaving the pristine blue sea behind
did you find what you were looking for?
did what you were looking for find you?

We can never have what we should have had
nor can we ever be what we could have been
today I can see it so very clearly
today is only what we would make of it

By the way, what shall I call you
by your first name or perhaps another
does some of this confusion ever befall you
You alone truly are my own
you alone are my life giving Mother

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

Here it comes again
the looking glass wants to look away
it tells me I'm not good enough
for her, for them, for myself

A tall thick invisible wall
keeping in a storm of emotions
trying to hide away from it all
trapped inside a magical potion

I want to feel love
I long to feel love
I need to feel love
Dare I feel love

Lost inside a jungle of faith
suspicious of light shining through the trees
it could very well find me
or it could blind me

It creeps into my thoughts like time
calling me again to run away
almost alone, it perfects my fears
holding back the truth the lies
and it's been years

I want to feel love
I long to feel love
I need to feel love
dare I feel loved

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

Chorus
Who's got the thing to help us all feel sound
and after all of that help us to come around
who's got the thing to keep us in the middle
in case we feel the need to get up or down  
Where is this thing that can take the mind higher
and ease up on the loss of the souls' desire
burning dark memories faster than fire

where is this thing that kidnaps motivation
then drops us at an imaginary station
What is this thing that rules the low skies
while finding any reason to hypnotize

what is this thing that tries to fake surprise
and only ask questions of when's and why's
The answer lies in the now of eternity
even then some still wonder and plot
even the spies in this dark fraternity
can't get enough of what they've already got


I've seen how to keep asking why can actually **** you
along the way this thing will soothe you and thrill you
at first it would open you up and then spill you
then again in the nik of time it will fill
???

There's an unsteady feeling surging through me
it's sadness and anger surging through me
they're feeling for something to finally fill me  
and stealing the one thing that tries not to **** me

Why the hell is it I feel so alone
and people around me seem so alive
sometimes it feels like my soul's made of stone
aluminum butterflies flutter and thrive

Now that I have to direct my own path
just how do I get through the shame and the wrath
it's left up to me to make a full turn
I've kept up to see, surviving the burn

They crept  on me, lessons to learn
like nothing is free, we all have to earn
our way in this world and maybe beyond
a wind and a whirl and then on and on

I n a way it's a certain comfort
falling into the hands of oblivion
keeping us from the other side of the door
keeping us from finding so much more
keeping us from getting to the deepest core


There are so many different kinds of detours
steering us away from our own true roads
directions become hard to understand
trying to plant two feet on the land
trying to save a fistful of sand
trying to be a part of the band


Most of the time it acts like a phantom
coming and going when least expected
at random it grips like a chest on fire
faithfully stealing away our desire
stopping us from climbing up any higher
making us walk on the tightest of wire


Here is why it can always be dear
it keeps the brain busy and escape is clear
there's always a route we can take that is near
there's always some reason to be with the fear

the water slaps your face
while the eye of the day rises
over crashing waves
blinding and beautiful...

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

A handful of war
to even the score
parading galore
eventually all will be consumed
echoes of a creation ruined
mind, strength, muscle, money, distance

Change,  the toughest thing going....
Change,  the most sought after thing....

Change,  the toughest thing going....
Change,  the most sought after thing....

I tried to lead and ended up alone
I tried to follow and ended up alone
then I joined... aah yes the joining....

Change,  the toughest thing going....
Change,  the most sought after thing....

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

We've just been so very busy trying To...find...you!!!
and there we are