Just Another Day In the Life of an Honest Man Making an Honest Dollar

Awakening unaware of direction
Form fitting the objects of my sensuality
The semen of imagination pierces the world egg
The throne of thought is Reason
It is here I concentrate all my energy
Dissolve any presumptions and liberate my Will
Imprinting new behaviors from the ground up
Experience takes the role of teacher
In agreement with my dark unconscious
The swirling changes become normal
I understand clearly one from the other
As my ego descends to the lower worlds
My former self dies and scattered to the Earth
So I may solidify my new Self
Lighting the original addiction: Pleasure
Opening a new Eye
Neural pathways circulating their own paths
The healing trance sustains my heights
In a solar consciousness
That bounds no fence or direction
Unified at last.