I am mortal.
Look, see me falter?
Oh - you chortle!
So be it.
All my heart has been depleted.
My mind is wholly unseated
I hold no malice
I want the chalice
Bless me father for I have sinned
and I will again
I need a job
I need a mission
I need - I need - I need - I knead
The bread
The monks who look inside, well from there they know the outside
Or so I'm told, or read or heard in a bar.
I want only to project the all that is only me and not a reflection of this society.
But how?
How do I become egoless?
Oh wait!
I remember - play guitar all day ---- and every day ------ and thank the world for the opportunity.
Look, see me falter?
Oh - you chortle!
So be it.
All my heart has been depleted.
My mind is wholly unseated
I hold no malice
I want the chalice
Bless me father for I have sinned
and I will again
I need a job
I need a mission
I need - I need - I need - I knead
The bread
The monks who look inside, well from there they know the outside
Or so I'm told, or read or heard in a bar.
I want only to project the all that is only me and not a reflection of this society.
But how?
How do I become egoless?
Oh wait!
I remember - play guitar all day ---- and every day ------ and thank the world for the opportunity.