It's the dawn

of the long existential angst

the antacid blues

and your bleary eyed dreams



The backdrop

to a mundane 9 to 5 life

serving remote ends

to obliquely set themes



Catch a flight to Amsterdam

three days to get your mind off things

Timeless skies and atmosphere

sphere to sphere

and rings to rings



Caught in a moment of the illusion of self-sovereignty

Lost in a moment of the illusion of self-sovereignty

Paved the way

to a new born light

centered in the core of your mind

unrestrained and not yet tamed



it glares at you thru the

cracks in what you know

and beckons you to go

an unfamiliar way



And the distant howling of the wolves

and the impending collapse of all time

belie the distress of the client

who wants to know which outfit to buy



And one day

overwhelmed by the sense

of your own sarcastic humor

in your ego's last defense



The sunrise at your back

and so with your commute

now instead another track

to create a new you



Thirty hours driving

to an underdeveloped land

where your ID is your handshake

and you hold your life in your hands



Is this the height of madness

or the height of majesty?

Is this really the answer

or purely insanity



In the fields thru the day

sun's blinding light

a man who works with his hands



and a sense of pride

fills you like ice

and for the first time in your life, you sleep soundly at night



Dust you are,

and to dust you shall return

to the ground



Dust you are,

and to dust you shall return

to the ground



filling all the words

with meaning

building ki