A man was floating down a gentle river in a boat, when suddenly he felt another boat collide into his from behind. He immediately turned around in anger, to give whoever had guided the boat a piece of his mind. "Watch where you are going!" he shouted as he turned, only to see that the boat was empty, led by the wind and waves.

there are four pillars that keep the Great Spirit at a distance, thus enslaving us to delusion.
these four pillars are our two legs that stubbornly stand their ground, and our two arms that push the truth away.
by the providence of the Most High, lightning may strike us all some day.

(ghosts are everywhere, but do not be afraid)

for mine is a soul held by a song,
held by a song of love.
and time is a hole filled by our longing,
nothing is ever enough.
nothing is ever enough to fulfill
the wrong-hearted grasping, the strong, selfish will
that suffers and wonders why everyone wanders
in search of the heavens above.

LOOK UP.

the stars are screaming, gods are dreaming, restless in their sleep.
(it's raining, it's pouring)
the constellations want to wake them, they are way too deep
AND THERE'S TOO MANY FUCKING SHEEP
left to count, an ever-increasing amount it seems.

beneath the wet, wool blanket of twilight
we're coming apart at the seams

But now you're the summer sky, a majestic tapestry with a single cerulean thread running through you. It pulls until you unravel, and you tie it around your finger as a reminder. You're a kite made of mirrors and wires, held by a child you only faintly recall. His shadow's so heavy the grass lays flat. HE DOESN'T LOOK LIKE YOU AT ALL.

life was a dream
I made up.

the trials of this world
are the stuff
of legends.

the smile of a man
who has been through the rough
and emerged to the grand adoration of loved ones
brings all of us closer to heaven.

and mine is a soul held by a song,
held by a song of love.
and time is a hole filled by our longing,
nothing is ever enough.
nothing is ever enough to fulfill
the wrong-hearted grasping, the strong, selfish will
that suffers and wonders why everyone wanders
in search of the heavens above.

mine is a soul held by a song,
held by a song of love.