We’re living on the edge of The Dreamtime,
just a breath away from the Dream.
We’ve written the script, so that we can get hip,
and now we’re playing “the Game”.

I’d faltered on the lip of the abyss,
left of the rights of ignorant rats.

We’re living on the edge of the Dreamtime,
just a step away from the Serene.
We’re balancing on the tip of our Nightmare,
while clinging to our world of false dreams.

I fought the battle of instant insanity,
in the fear and the still of an asylum’s night.
And stepped-out of the darkness of my ignorance,
with an in-formed prognosis called insight.

My people, the world, the beautiful boys and the girls,
the black and the white and the frail,
sleep through their lives with desirous eyes,
as their beliefs encourage their greed.

As we fall off the Edge, then mayhap maybe
we’ll renew our pledge to grow in the flow
of love-in da light.

So interpret your Dreaming -
as dark-hearts grow scheming -
enwrapped in the knowing of another place,
deeper within your inner-Space.

Yes, we’re living on the edge of the Dreamtime;
as long as we remain in Be-leaving.

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