I went home from the jam
The cacophony of voice and sound
Filling the space and world
Slowly fading
Feeling lonely
Wandering like a mystic
A lonely king
Looking for truth
Where was it in this myriad world
Of myriad people?
I felt funny
Truth was here
The water of life
Inside
I want to sit beside it
And not think about what I don’t have
But what I do
Control was rattling its chains of pain
This I knew very well
I wanted to be on the island in my mind
Where I could watch the clouds and trees
Hang out on the beach
And feel full of music
It was always a place I could come to
And recharge
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 6:56 AM UTC
I went home from the jam
The cacophony of voice and sound
Filling the space and world
Slowly fading
Feeling lonely
Wandering like a mystic
A lonely king
Looking for truth
Where was it in this myriad world
Of myriad people?
I felt funny
Truth was here
The water of life
Inside
I want to sit beside it
And not think about what I don’t have
But what I do
Control was rattling its chains of pain
This I knew very well
I wanted to be on the island in my mind
Where I could watch the clouds and trees
Hang out on the beach
And feel full of music
It was always a place I could come to
And recharge
