Somewhere in the distance
I heard some bells chiming
Was it eight or was it nine
I don’t know
Goodness gracious heavens
The customary thought
I am late by an hour or so…
But I still lie there
Studying the ceiling
Glancing around, shutting out the light
Thinking hard if its worth it or not
Thinking hard if I was asleep or not…
Feeling my load of indulgence
Is about to sink
All doors closed, my options
None I think…
I drift on
Half asleep and half naked
I drift on through
The labyrinths of heaven…
By the time a hungry mongrel
Eats up his morning loaf
Geared up and laden
Into the depths of certain
Uncertainty we set off…
Sitting there grazing
Like flock of sheep
Herded to bleak surrender
Facing a mountain high and steep
Sun shone fiercely
With ample light
Still it was dark…
Dark as hell in the night
Eyelids half closed
And minds fully so, we stare
At the preachers of gods
How to reach the zenith up there…
Sacred holy chants passing
Unobstructed from ear to ear
Not stirring the mind
Nothing it could hear…
Last night’s beautiful poison
Still in our bloods
Our instincts and misty minds
We have only known
Blasphemous as ever we’ve grown
Never to change, never to atone
Murdering time we sit there…
No more of it today
Bounds and walls broken
Worn and wilted, we swear
Leaving the foolish puppet
To face the wrath,
We ourselves pronounce
Our independence,
The shower of freedom
Pouring, we bathe…
After a time that felt like eternity
We set sail…
To joy wonder and serenity
Eyes wide open
Proud in our steps
Trailing the heady smoke
The water and the unknown
Blasphemous as hell we’ve grown
Never to change, never to atone…
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