Can I touch eternity yet? Am I yet allowed to be disavowed Of such a false notion As putting things in motion
Hey God, It's your favorite fraud Yearning for rebirth; For what it's worth: I never meant to mislead Perhaps this prison is a karmic deed, Or flawed practice bringing broken creed, And a twisted trace of place.
Will I be free when sensate burning consumes me? Is there luminosity in insanity? Or perhaps I'm an example from the masters to we wayward ******* Of what we shouldn't do Or perhaps this is too much mind noise too.
But if there's some greater sense A compassionate intelligence Please alleviate this burning pain Please let rain be just rain.