After years of wanting
nothing came...

So
many years gone by, so quickly, so many changes...

I'd tear my soul in two
just to give you half...

The clouds are a shroud
draped softly over me...

Emit time
allusion, delusion...

Now that it is over,
is there a lesson...

As long as there is no revolution forthcoming,
pray then for the breakdown...

Is it the dream of hope
or the hope of the dream...

Laying there in fading summer jazz sunlight,
it seems your floor is a meadow...

Peering down through cloud wisps,
God, sitting on a stool next to...

I was never
a subscriber to dogmatic doctrine...

When we have become
migratory birds, blind lemmings...