I didn’t know it then but I was blessed
It took this woeful person so wretched
To dispel my sweet-nothing illusions
And wipe away my vast delusions

I didn’t know it then but I was spellbound
It took this ranting being to quell the hound
And restore my sense of mad reality
Till I began to believe I was wholesome again

In truth they are mad who are made breathless
By the simple things of a commoner’s life
Dangled before your mesmerized eyes
In that moment of sighed realization

When you grasp the beauty of absence
And know just how sweet loss can be in essence
These are the lessons life has always talk
That absence invokes the presence of the other

And that none is so wretched as one so unfortunate
As never to have known the pangs and doubts
That condemn all seekers to following their bouts
Of distraction to the limits of the conscious world

These dear lonesome wayfarer adrift in time and space
Are the lessons that life has always taught us
When it is time for great moments you will know:
Each moment carries you along regardless