Just as the day is decades long
drowning in your objectified song
I cant escape the fury of your mind
Its just a life of being deprived and blind
eyes closed face up to the sun
memories of luminous joy linger
days passing as if it were moments
wondering if this is the one
dreading the next season
for many a reason
is this all there is rare
the august air
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow -- I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone --
And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone --
Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn
Of a most stormy life -- was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still --
From the torrent, or the fountain --
From the red cliff of the mountain --
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold --
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by --
From the thunder, and the storm --
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view --
The nights blend together
like a sunset over the sea,
not vain or insignificant
but a gratifying scheme.
They say it's a requirement
to take on scynicism and snide
but a differnt approach
honesty, love, peace of mind.
We all ask ourselves, why?
why are we here?
to what do we owe general demise?
what is the point of being alive?
Is there a reason, does fate exist
Infinite mystery or is it more simple?
Is Faith the real secret,
in obtaining peace of mind?
I see it as precious this beauty
expression is futile, outspoken yet soft
I laugh out loud for my spirit
the only thing that matters
why are you set on this hypocracy
all the rest like you are the same
give the furrow a break, it makes
for a tortorous day
must you be obnoxious,
or fake with hands
its toxic why exhaust you
understand the real beauty
soften your heart uplifting tongues
outsmarting ties and bars
let it out soft,
let it out soft
live your life
soundgarden so glad to see you
so beautiful the desert can be
listening to your voice, I melt
how long I've waited to relish in your sound
now I feel the great vibrations
the sound of unity and passion
the music lives within my soul
— The End —