You think I’ve seen all the things I’ve seen,
You think I’ve been to all the place I’ve been,
But I haven’t seen nothing yet.
Nothing at all!.
Straight mind from corruption,
Just like a baby born into adoption,
Straight through the valleys of mountains,
The underlying flowering fountains,
So great, so huge so powerful, so strong,
No one knows where they belong.
The answer you won’t find,
Your mind is the time, in this universe,
Uncontrollable but yet structurable and diverse.
Oh the sigh of if it all, the surrounding cosmic force,
The surrounding nonsense
Just it, it’s there.
Damn it.
Personal Outrage
Short, fast, quick, fast.