Then came, unannounced, The idea that I should go around Chasing a storm that I Would never catch. Who is looking for serenity Might walk the chaos of doubt Until their voices become one, Calling the same direction, Before life becomes life, And death a final part of it.
Fewer words, Around this fire That feeds on time. Half eaten by the dark, Absorbed by the light, Faces reflect embers Printed on minds. Profiles, one at a time, Forget to lie Half truths only For those who can Dissociate Left from right, Dark from light.. The end of time Brings out the night, Puts out the light.
