There - mine self - it stands alone Let it be - it sulks - let it Weep Again - that force - some brewery of hate Churns and Burns - where Nerves were cool Then silence breaks - from Voice - a drone As resentment lurks for Nausea to Creep Wherein its place - the Wars of Fate Making me to be - this thing - a Fool
O Look away - how dare I stare Upon that face of mine own reflection As if I were impressed by its aging look comparing that image to a Self unknown Vanity's dream compels me there Unmeasured time from my life it took Lifetimes seen from seeds I've sown
Rubbish it is - it is - a knot of mystery carefully tied An enigma veiled neath the Yoke of strife a Labyrinth of the dying and living Bodies to shed like old Costumes Worn Knowing each one had laughed and Cried Bound to the Wheel of death and life While herein this shell - this Soul doth Mourn
O Stop it - you - You ego who Sulks As if this illusion you never knew Stop your whining and shape up your stance Be Free - with me - staying strong and bold And if the tide-of-pride against Us bulks Walk with me - our Course is true We are the Moments of the Cosmic dance We are the telling of the stories told