O happy leaf, happy feather!
Let us share this happiness together.
O happy ground, happy sky!
So much joy, my spirit could fly.

Take my hand, fly with me.
'Cross this blank, dreary city,
over the trees to the sea.

Take my hand, I'll fly with you.
Show me what stands true,
and we'll discover this world anew.

Could this be new land
with untrodden ground?
In each grain of sand,
a cosmos I've found!

O happy sun, happy day!
Won't you live this joyous way?
O happy moon, happy night!
Won't you keep this joyous light?

Something or other;
some time not today.
It'll soon turn tomorrow
as we've nothing to say.

Something or other;
some place that's not here.
It'll soon turn tomorrow
as we forget what's near.

Something or other;
some things are the same.
It'll soon turn tomorrow,
as we play this game.

There are no others;
some people are empty.
It'll soon be all over,
'though it's never plenty.

We speak of things that don't exist
with words that can't describe.
This life's a bitter sea-shore mist;
we'll return with the tide.

While your senses spin 'round, reeling,
can you still tell what you're feeling?

Can we find the things that matter?
From where do these thoughts come?
I see this mirror must shatter;
this game is finally done.

While time lies 'round us, curled,
we live beyond this world.

So let's sit amidst the forest
and let these days grow long.
Forget of all this petty stress,
our hearts will remain strong.

How is it that all I see and believe
isn't more than what one can conceive?
Trapped inside these bound'ries of mine,
flipping and flopping down the stream of time,
my thoughts not more than the glint of sunshine.

So I laugh! I laugh! Great boisterous humor!
To laugh and to giggle at the falseness and rumors;
to snicker and snacker  at the play of all forms;
to chortle and chuckle at deviations and norms;
I will laugh at the process as my soul transforms.

So I laugh! I laugh! Though pains may embitter!
To laugh and to giggle at all senseless chatter;
to snicker and snacker at what's caught within;
to chortle and chuckle at all that is sin;
I will laugh at the moment when nothing begins.

So join me, my friend, and forget of your fears!
We'll both laugh, together, at the grinding of gears;
we'll both giggle, together, at prophets and seers.

So join me, my friend, and forget of your aches!
Laugh with abandon at this game and its stakes;
laugh with abandon as this machinery breaks.

How patient is she
who sips her tea
so carefully?

What does she see
as she sips her tea
so carefully?

Does she see
the way it could be
if only we
sat down for tea
so peacefully?

If we continue to fall through this space,
Moving and spinning without any grace,
We’ll come to the spot where I lost my place.

If we should stop just short of the fall
We’d have to admire the end of it all;
Perched on a cliff on top of our ball.

Please, let me dive this one last time,
And it will be the final sign.
Leave me to dive this one last time.

If we all see the way it could be,
Sitting alone alongside a tree,
We could taste what it is to be free.

If we close our eyes to ignore,
And keep on the same, just as before,
You’ll find my body on the floor.

Please, let me dive this one last time,
And it will be the final sign.
Leave me to dive this one last time.

Still they can't sleep,
though time marches on.
Specters of a distant past,
I can see they don't belong.

These ghosts and ghouls
all playing games
inside a broken house,
with me inside
-- trapped inside --
searching for a way out.

I want to flee;
this place is not for me.
But I'm trapped on this wheel
denying all I feel.

Sunlight sneaks inside
through bent and broken rafters.
I know that dawn
is just beyond
these bent and broken rafters.

Strange place to live, strange place to stay,
watching them on their empty way.
Strange place to be, strange place to see
such emptiness from them to me.

Wandering an empty street,
is there no one to meet?
Just empty people in an empty town,
watching an empty world spin around.

Empty faces going empty places,
running in their empty races.
Empty riches, empty pleasures
as they hold their empty treasures.

An empty brace, an empty tether --
Oh, how the emptiness holds them together!
When emptiness is all that's real,
emptiness is all they feel.

Those that fill become weighed down,
and when they sink, can only drown,
carrying along an empty frown.

An empty life, an empty death;
emptiness to the final breath.

An empty lie, an empty friend;
emptiness to the bitter end.

He came to town when skies were gray.
He said: "I can make the clouds go away."
So we looked up, and there he was.
He said: "Well, can't you see it's all because
you hold so dear to every day?"

He came to town barefoot and grinning
just to set our little world spinning.
Spin, spin, oh spin little top
but please don't stop
'til my eyelids drop.

He raised his hand and waved his arm;
and mumbling a little charm,
said: "I'll save you from the game,
it's easy to do, forget your name.
It's no cause for alarm."

He left the town when skies were clear
but now the things we held so dear,
from all our minds, are far and gone.
So, we stare at stars all night long
and sleep away the day.

He left the town barefoot and grinning
just to set our little world spinning.
Spin, spin, oh spin little top,
but please don't stop
'til my eyelids drop.

O, bitter skies with speckled heavens!
Beyond the idle thinker’s eye --
Serenely still without impressions,
Unconcerned with passers-by.

Beneath your canopy, on high,
Pleasured moans and tortured cries
Become the same with passing time.

Such elegance, so divine!
And without a chance to make it mine --
How my soul can't help but shake.

O, Master of Fortune and Weaver of Fate!
Your will unwinds in billows and furls.
With patient breath and silent ache,
Could I but stand within those curls!

Spinning around in the gentle moonlight,
she asked me to hold her, though just for the night.
The circles stood still as the embrace took hold
and the silence around us began to unfold.

I awoke from my dreams
of meadows and peace
to an empty bedside
of temporary retreat.

That evening had passed
through the fires of dawn.
Our moment but a flash,
the span of a yawn.

If only we'd met closer to home,
not out on the road, wandering alone,
we'd still be together out of the cold.

Please, mother please! I can't find my way out!    
It's all I can do, to manage a shout.
Though I sit still, my thoughts whirl about.

Mother, oh mother! There's spies in this house!    
They're black as a shadow, quick as a mouse.
They steal the secrets right out of my mouth.

Please, mother please! Soothe my troubles to sleep.    
They hide in the places I dare not creep;
In the chasms and the cracks running deep.

Mother, oh mother! I'm loosing again!    
I'll relish the taint and wallow in sin;
Then I'll return to the creature I've been.

Please, mother please! Why won't you rescue me?    
I call out to you from my bended knee:
"Please, mother please! I just want to be free!"

Bright shining light in the darkness of night;
Shapeless transcendence comes billowing out,
Filling my head with six figures of peace.

What could I call you, if your name's my own?
Tracing the silence and words leading home,
I stepped out the door and wandered alone.

But this bright shining light in the farness of sight
Unties my wings so my thoughts can take flight
And beckons me on with dreams ever more.

What could I call you if my thoughts didn't soar?
Facing the waters, embracing the shore,
I stepped off the moor and wandered alone.

But this bright shining light on the horizon,
I beg you to tell me who I am
for then I may know who you are.