...all that's ever really mattered is some
kind of meaning
all I've ever truly searched for is the truth
...and the only truth I've ever found behind the meaning
is that the truth isall that truly matters...
same ol' drone behind my ears, chalk it up to my distastefully reverent years
...yet still I grasp my cup with arms outstretched
waiting patienly to get my fill
...as for the man who's found his..."cup hath runneth over"...
experience has found is a bitter swallowed pill...
this perverbial voice behind my eyes, produces clouded sight... proof of my demise
protestant, much to violent...roman catholic,
if ever I'm found or should I say digress
I'd much rather have it said that "he was his own witness..."
not Jehovah not Zeus nor Budda... no I'm the
only entity that's in my head...
...never put much stock in all your politics
never put much faith in your idealistic crucifix
...never felt the healing truth between your written lines
how can I base my life on something that's happened before my time...?