Set your sights out west, my friend
And know that on your back
Will always rest the dawn. Follow not
These golden roads paved by fools
Where every toll asks payment from
The only treasure one would hate to lose.
Pull the reigns on your hurried pace, and
Sing to silence when it calls your name.

Leaving the light on, keeping the  monsters that dance through your night on their toes.

It was dark, even so, I could see, that the dragons breathing fire were out there to
toast me

and when you're sixty five, closing your eyes and hoping the night things won't see you doesn't work.

Every ocean is a drop
in the ocean of a life
and
every life is just a spot
on the edge of the universal knife

Every knife is used to cut away
the trappings that once seemed so gay
and we come back to be
a drop in the ocean

and the ocean is me.

I made up my mind and now
I'm going out
Of my mind.

I am lost,
I am taciturn,
I'm waiting for your return.

Black and white
Are going to fight,
All day and all night
With other colours.