My head is buzzing with fantastic ***,
It takes away all reason.
So what is the matter now? I ask.
As my life spirals and spins out of control.
The futility of it all,
What is important?
Who really cares?
Round and round I spin,
I spin around like a top.
I feel dizzy, I feel sick,
With nausea of the mind,
The mind is sick.

I’m so tired,
Life is so hard,
The rug is pulled out,
I am falling,
The floor has opened,
Life has taken a swallow,
I often thought it would.

So now I fall,
Deep into the throat
I must get the courage,
I must get the strength,
To live,
But I am so weary today,
So weary every day.

I will go to the monster,
Go into its jaws,
It will chew me,
Then spit me out.
I’ll pick myself up,
Though I’ll be chewed and torn,
And say goodbye to the devil.

When down with depression,
A double vision is felt,
I can see through the layers,
The layers of life,
Life is in layers,
Nothing is plain,
Confusion is in the mind.

Though nothing is plain,
Though confusion is mine,
I can see through the layers of life,
Things are transparent,
Yes I have seen,
I have seen crystal clear,
I have seen priorities of life.

There is more than existence,
There is more than a job,
More than a ***** of success,
The eyes they are peeled,
The layers are off,
What is important,
What matters is love.

Being there, being there,
Being there in depression,
Completely alone and flat,
It is hard to explain this trip away,
To a place where I wished I were dead.
We all need some time away,
It is said,
So many of us go abroad,
But this place was strange,
Not a holiday resort at all,
This break from the everyday norm,
It cost a lot and the language was insane.

Even though I learned something,
To be immersed so deep,
I am now a native speaker,
The language I know so well.
Being there, being there,
Was not being here,
Those who are here,
Who have never been there,
They will never understand,
I would not wish them to.

Daughter of the sea he called her,

Called her through the running sands,

Sands of time were passing over,

Passing through his naked hands.


On the sands her feet were falling,

Falling through the groundless place,

She could not hear him gently calling,

Calling out from some lost space.


There upon the rock she waited,

Waited blindly for love to come,

She did not see that she was naked,

Naked her bleeding heart so young.


Across the water deep and swollen,

Came his voice so rich and golden,

She listened to him softly praying,

She cupped her hands and he came near.


Then from out the waves he surfaced,

Came from out the rushing waters,

Came from down beneath the sea,

Boldly she longed to hold him there.


Seaweed hung around his body,

Shells were woven through his hair,

She could see his hands were waiting,

Waiting for the whispering waves.


He took her heart so gently bleeding,

Bleeding on the ocean floor,

He held it tightly, held it softly,

Squeezed it until it bled no more.


Down they went, they went so deeply,

Down into the cave of mystery,

She immersed herself in potion,

Magic delights consumed their brains.


Ecstasy was a firm embrace,

The ocean heaved and thundered,

Swollen they roared and crashed,

Come now be one with me at last.

Getting to the point,
Getting to the point,
Getting to the point of entry,
Avoiding the point,
Getting down to the point,
Avoiding the point of friction,
He was avoiding the point of entry,
He couldn’t see the point, couldn’t find the point,
But she was coming to the final ******,
Yes she was coming to the old conclusion,
There was no point,
There would never be a point,
So coming to the point was pointless,
He was straight to the point,
Straight to the point of entry,
Then he was off the point completely,
He thanked her so directly,
Missing the point,
Missing the point,
Swerving into confusion.