Traveling faster than light
Across cosmic currents can create
A separation

From yourself

From everyone else

The perspective change is strange
Something like wisdom

But it's just an illusion
Reality, that is
You step away and see the clay from which it's all made
Not that it is made, intentionally anyway
If you feel the hands of fate then give me some too
Those drugs must be good.

But I have to go on
Into the great clichè beyond
I’m looking for a woman that I can't find
Won't find, probably.