C. Stephenson/M. Schultz/J. Coz/M. Peterson)
I fall in the water that swells at my feet
fighting the current rushing by me
clinging to fishes looking for guides
I ponder the questions
that wrack me inside
that asking all questions
might push you away
and questioning answers
that wither and fray
Packaging packages pack it away
Without believing, cauldron seething
tumult crushes the rock of reason
the more I have, the less I want
the broken wings that are the hunt
weakest hour cry for meaning
seize the power that sinking feeling
best intention, complexity
beyond dimension, roll the rock
that seals the cave and hide inside
from doubt and rave about the water
fallen, swollen
rivers leap - the bounds
Let's fall into the light
Wishing wishful wishes we
fearing blindness cannot see
feel the path that beckons me
he knew but couldn't see
he was but wasn't me
he looked inside the earth
he saw into the night
he talked between the words
he fell into the light
tired thinking drinking drown
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