Funny phone thinks it's funny.
I'll show it.
Funny phone can be funny no more.
No more funny phone.

I desire a place to be
Where all my soul will be at peace
        Instead of how it is now
                                       On the floor
                                                             in piece

I desire a place to be
Where the all birds sing
                                         and where the breeze blows gently
                                                                                                    through my heart, becalmed

I desire a place to be,
                                    a place I can call home.

Close your eyes. Darkness. Good
Look into the darkness, look into the deep.
Peel back the layers, coast onward, don't sleep
Faster. Faster.
Feel the days go past -- the minutes, the seconds.
Feel the bliss of the dark rushing past
Slowing. Slowing.
Listen to the nothing, so loud and profound
Listen to the heart, where all is found
Slower. Slower.
In the pitch blackness, your quest grows longer
And as you look around in nothingness
You watch as the darkness fades to white.
Slower. Slower.
Over.

Curiosity grows.

The darkness protects you and the light blinds
From seeing nothing in the dark
To seeing nothing in the light
Blind is blind in the paradox of life

Frantically blink. Just look around.
Take in the view and make a quiet sound
You hear a small gasp, but don't see the culprit
While you are a victim, inexplicably confused
-- wonderfully amazed.
You see a new world, new colors and shapes
Vibrant and new, the world seems a fake

Look at the day, what do you see?
What world exists within your mind?
Describe to me this simple experience
Describe to me just what you see

Beyond your eyes,
Within your mind,
What do you see?

Imagine.

The ocean comes in
The ocean pulls out
And here I lay,
In the quiet - in the dark

The moon shines
And the dog barks
And here I lay,
Alone - in the dark

In a small world,
I feel even smaller
Insignificant
Insecure
Always living, always unsure

This life we live
What does it mean?
What is my purpose?
What should I glean?

Under bright stars,
Under big trees,
This is my perspective.
This is my plea.

I am small,
I am weak,
I am still,
I am me.

I lay in bed
And listen to thee,
The ocean that sways
And rocks me to sleep.

Bleak and black and bold and born.
Beyond, before; behind, reborn.*

        I stand here at the threshold, behind me is my life.
        I stare into the void, the darkness of the night.

                Do I stay here in the light, sway to what I know?
                Do I cling and clutch and claw and crawl back to what I've sown?
                Do I allow the past to fade away - the light become the night?

                        Or do I fall?

                Do I let the darkness take its hold?
                Will I free myself in the mystery?

                Is there feeling in the night? Is there freedom from the light?
                        The light is safe, but is it right
                        in this threshold of the night?

        I stand here at the threshold of the future and the past.
        I cling and clutch and claw and crawl back to what I've sown.