We speak of things that don't exist
with words that can't describe.
This life's a bitter sea-shore mist;
we'll return with the tide.

While your senses spin 'round, reeling,
can you still tell what you're feeling?

Can we find the things that matter?
From where do these thoughts come?
I see this mirror must shatter;
this game is finally done.

While time lies 'round us, curled,
we live beyond this world.

So let's sit amidst the forest
and let these days grow long.
Forget of all this petty stress,
our hearts will remain strong.

How is it that all I see and believe
isn't more than what one can conceive?
Trapped inside these bound'ries of mine,
flipping and flopping down the stream of time,
my thoughts not more than the glint of sunshine.

So I laugh! I laugh! Great boisterous humor!
To laugh and to giggle at the falseness and rumors;
to snicker and snacker  at the play of all forms;
to chortle and chuckle at deviations and norms;
I will laugh at the process as my soul transforms.

So I laugh! I laugh! Though pains may embitter!
To laugh and to giggle at all senseless chatter;
to snicker and snacker at what's caught within;
to chortle and chuckle at all that is sin;
I will laugh at the moment when nothing begins.

So join me, my friend, and forget of your fears!
We'll both laugh, together, at the grinding of gears;
we'll both giggle, together, at prophets and seers.

So join me, my friend, and forget of your aches!
Laugh with abandon at this game and its stakes;
laugh with abandon as this machinery breaks.

How patient is she
who sips her tea
so carefully?

What does she see
as she sips her tea
so carefully?

Does she see
the way it could be
if only we
sat down for tea
so peacefully?

If we continue to fall through this space,
Moving and spinning without any grace,
We’ll come to the spot where I lost my place.

If we should stop just short of the fall
We’d have to admire the end of it all;
Perched on a cliff on top of our ball.

Please, let me dive this one last time,
And it will be the final sign.
Leave me to dive this one last time.

If we all see the way it could be,
Sitting alone alongside a tree,
We could taste what it is to be free.

If we close our eyes to ignore,
And keep on the same, just as before,
You’ll find my body on the floor.

Please, let me dive this one last time,
And it will be the final sign.
Leave me to dive this one last time.

Still they can't sleep,
though time marches on.
Specters of a distant past,
I can see they don't belong.

These ghosts and ghouls
all playing games
inside a broken house,
with me inside
-- trapped inside --
searching for a way out.

I want to flee;
this place is not for me.
But I'm trapped on this wheel
denying all I feel.

Sunlight sneaks inside
through bent and broken rafters.
I know that dawn
is just beyond
these bent and broken rafters.

Strange place to live, strange place to stay,
watching them on their empty way.
Strange place to be, strange place to see
such emptiness from them to me.

Wandering an empty street,
is there no one to meet?
Just empty people in an empty town,
watching an empty world spin around.

Empty faces going empty places,
running in their empty races.
Empty riches, empty pleasures
as they hold their empty treasures.

An empty brace, an empty tether --
Oh, how the emptiness holds them together!
When emptiness is all that's real,
emptiness is all they feel.

Those that fill become weighed down,
and when they sink, can only drown,
carrying along an empty frown.

An empty life, an empty death;
emptiness to the final breath.

An empty lie, an empty friend;
emptiness to the bitter end.