One more chalice of amber Encrusted with hopes and dreams. One more sip from the cup of life To ground what we believe.
One more breath of neon vapor That lifts us from our knees, Frees the wrists of shackles And clears the way to see.
Repeat,
Ad nauseam,
Until the truth is found. In the depths of depravity Satori abounds. A glimpse of nirvana And all that was lost is found.
For now,
But as the amber nectar turns bitter The smoke is powdered on our lungs. The vapor has all gone while We hiss our words in tongues. But in the morning when all is said and done You awake to true satori, The road to understanding has only just begun.