Hello again, familiar morning routine Time's ebbing away, but I feel no rush today No urge, no hurry, just the rhythm of the rain Sliding by, not here... I’m not nearly, nearly there
So it’s back to black again in the early morning hours How I'd love to run away from the dogma that devours me
So what’s different about this morning? The setting's the same as everyday Who can tell what rearranged the rain To wash my fears away? There is so much more to living, so much more of the divine to gain for this silent colony bathing in the morning rain
So it’s back to black again in the early morning hours How I'd love to run away from the dogma that devours me So it’s back to black again but I’m thinking of the escaping from the dull monotomy and the Sundays that are breaking me... I break me
The stage is set for saints to fall and cleared for cowards to surprise It took me time to realise the life I lived and left behind is better off a memory Let's see what dreams I find
*State of Mind*
Many went to the shimmering land of make-believe and ventured the farthest corners of the mindscape Merely testing the ice, I never went too far from the safe and solid ground Afraid of the darkness I might find (underneath)
Exploring the mind to escape from your daily lives, where you become the head of a state in a state of mind All links to reality fading Pandora's box lies waiting Instead of the roof of the world it becomes a nightmare
We expect perpetual motion, a chain effects The newfound land out to be a grain of sand (ever volatile) Searching the edge of consciousness for insights in the outside world Well conceived, but such rules only apply in this state of mind
The key lies in knowledge, temperance No magical answers or escapes from reality, but a marvellous break for a visitor passing through