All the world is a big ball of chaos
Where all the people snap and toss
Eachother like they're wornout rugs
Hating eachother has become a new drug
Still we don't stop even when we know we are at loss

Last night, I heard a song, a song in my sleep.
Last night, I heard a song, a song in my sleep.
All my dreams, they were fickle, but my thoughts they ran deep.
And last night, I heard a song, a song in my sleep.

The song, it was beautiful.
It played, and it teased,
With the strings that plucked at my soul.
The song, it was beautiful.
With a tune that ran wild.
The song, it was beautiful.
It had a soul like a child's.



It had lyrics,
That whispered in my ears.
Lyrics, that spoke of another world,
A world, full of happiness, and light.
And it was with great happiness, and great light, that I realized,
I lived in that world.



And all the things, that were supposed to be important, they suddenly stopped mattering,
And the thoughts that poisoned my head, became feckless, mindless chattering.
The strong hand of clarity, it guided me right,
And so I slept, I slept long into that good night.

He was flying
midair like a bird on its
first glide
his wings about
to break
from the current that wanted
to stop him
a sweet sensation in his mouth
about to roll him over,
freedom enslaving his body
Alas!
He went back to the earth
to the ground
to reality so atrocious
only this time with a heartbreaking crash
and crash and crash
and blood and bones separating
soft flesh pulped
muffled voices, shocked riffs hanging
like his vision
his life, his story!

*Oh but that was to be the end of him...

the  death of a bold quest for meaning