Woe
What do you know
Aint it so
The broad, well travelled road
Lingers slow like curling smoke
Low
Lower than low
Yet below the Source still flow

Long forgotten underneath
Anaestetics that we breathe
Glows the Core of you and me
Undivided pure and free
This One thing withstands the time
And outlives both yours and mine

Woe
Were it so
Wouldn't it show
I don't need no priest
Bird or beast
To save my soul
I know how it all goes
In the end we're all alone:

Long forgotten
Lost and gone
Clinging to the past undone
Praying to have another round
Though we know the day is come
To embrace the eternal One
Back to how it all began

In the void a longing coils
Sprouting roots into the soil

Woe
What do you know
Aint it so
The broad, well travelled road
Lingers slow like curling smoke
Low
Lower than low
Yet below the Source still flow


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