liberation floods the evening sky
connoisseur of the gaping void
i guess it's these things at the end of the day
that expose my weakness and show my age
the mind was something that i refused to waste
just stop counting the hours of sleep
it echoes through my bones
if it were to burn out young
it's not about what i know
just believe that there is more than this; a much higher plan
true duality is governed by this very sound
unblemished clarity is yours and its calling out