The moment I wake
It takes hold —
The grip of I don’t know

How to be rich
How to feel happy
How to let you go

I must change myself
I want to believe —
In the pink hues of dawn

Walking in beauty
Living devotion
With faith ever armed

Crippling unease
Instead grips my mind
My heart is heavy and cold

I will keep going
Oh, never fear
Despite the grueling flow —

The rumbling energy
Swirling and seeking
Screaming I don’t know!

The competing demands
The compounding pressure
The incessant solitude

Feel the earth
Touch the sky
It all comes back to you

We’ve created a world
In which our electric connection
Falters, fizzles, and fails

Please lift me up
I beseech myself
From the bottom of the well