Away

 

 

I know the forces argue but I feel that I deserve a lift

Ready to escape this farce and merge into the sunset cliffs

I lend an ear unto the west until the wise man’s whispers cease

In search of that elusive source that hums a softly glowing peace

 

Withered in a land distraught with cold, materialistic things

Thus I feed myself the sadness just to satisfy my pangs

Life is not a friend to me, I long to roam without its brace

Deep into my thoughts I dig, to carry on without a face

 

Hymns of warm benevolence come croon into my weary ears

Crafted by an unseen choir, perfected over kinder years

To tantalize my drunken senses now that I’ve laid down my steel

Singing me a soothing hurt that seems no longer quite as real

 

Distant cousins roaming free, long buried in the ocean deep

I wish that I could follow them and rest where sleeping secrets keep

Ibelong to earth and sky that bows to no one in its day

Home to not a single quarrel, command, insult, or evil way

 

My sympathies will never jade, evasive truth I still defend

My kingdom waits for me out there; it’s worth the risks that I intend

Freedom lies in non-existence; back into the womb I fall

Maybe oneness isn’t really being anything at all….