The fingerprint-less hand reaches through the damp void
In search of another lucky prey.

Like a lottery, we wait for the fingers to come,
And relieve us from today.

Dismay, as the body forms so perfectly it makes you go
Kookoo!

A jump of the spirit driving in a supercharged car
On open land going 2000 miles an hour.
Why not?

Why not find our ******* and sniffity sniff sniff
Until our eyes start speaking, our lips start listening
And our noses start looking for beauty?

A kiss on the cheek of a girl with her scotch in one hand
And the other wiping tears off while George Harrison's guitar
Gently weeps.

That swaying walk under the light of a street lamp in Venice
With creaking sounds in one ear, and the wind in the other
After a long moving night.

Find. Your. Sanctuary.

Find the essence of joy between nicotine & alcohol's love making noises
While adrenaline laughs in the other room
And fatigue is missing in action.

Hold your eyes closed, and wait for the sunrise
As your soul is locked with hers
And your smile is forever anxious
Displaying the reincarnation of the essence of joy
On both your faces.