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The Golden Road
There is a line inside my mind
There’s a line that is my life
It’s a golden road
I’ve always known
That this life is my life.
There’s a line and there is emptiness on either side
Each moment I could fall back down to the start
And die.
There is something in me that wants to die
And something in me that walks the line
The line I know – it’s the golden road for me.
And there is one way to get you from today into tomorrow
Just this one way, so hard, and yet I go on every day
And there is nothing between this moment and the one before
And then the next – what connects them
Is just this golden road.
And there is nothing to do except to go along my way
What more could I do? – each moment I could let it slip away
It seems there’s nothing between me and the life so far below
I could just fall, it’s so easy – only not to let it go.
Limbo
It’s a hell that I adore
I don’t think I’ll leave
Not when it’s painful beyond anything
And nothing – nothing matters except the right way
My way
The line is everything to me.
And I am nowhere, but where I have to be
If only I could always believe that this is it for me
I’m nothing, but what I am inside
I am the line
I’m me.
And there is balance – the only thing that I can ever be
And I am nothing – but what I seem to be
I’m an empty shell, I know. What I am is not my own.
I am nothing but what I must be each moment on the golden road.
Whatever I do to do that which I must do –
I know each moment where I am along the line –
I do it only so I know I can
Along this golden road where nothing is mine.
I’m a hedon – I take it all inside for me
I drink this water – but what I do is nothing that I need.
There’s only one chance – I know if I don’t take it I will fall
And fail. But everything you think I am – I wear it like a veil.
And nothing matters – I could just laugh it all away
There is no end – and that’s what makes this road a golden one
With every milestone, inside my cage I get a little free
But nothing’s mine – not even this golden road that pulls me.
(And there is nothing but that which I adore.)
January 24, 2006. ca. 1:00 AM
There’s a line that is my life
It’s a golden road
I’ve always known
That this life is my life.
There’s a line and there is emptiness on either side
Each moment I could fall back down to the start
And die.
There is something in me that wants to die
And something in me that walks the line
The line I know – it’s the golden road for me.
And there is one way to get you from today into tomorrow
Just this one way, so hard, and yet I go on every day
And there is nothing between this moment and the one before
And then the next – what connects them
Is just this golden road.
And there is nothing to do except to go along my way
What more could I do? – each moment I could let it slip away
It seems there’s nothing between me and the life so far below
I could just fall, it’s so easy – only not to let it go.
Limbo
It’s a hell that I adore
I don’t think I’ll leave
Not when it’s painful beyond anything
And nothing – nothing matters except the right way
My way
The line is everything to me.
And I am nowhere, but where I have to be
If only I could always believe that this is it for me
I’m nothing, but what I am inside
I am the line
I’m me.
And there is balance – the only thing that I can ever be
And I am nothing – but what I seem to be
I’m an empty shell, I know. What I am is not my own.
I am nothing but what I must be each moment on the golden road.
Whatever I do to do that which I must do –
I know each moment where I am along the line –
I do it only so I know I can
Along this golden road where nothing is mine.
I’m a hedon – I take it all inside for me
I drink this water – but what I do is nothing that I need.
There’s only one chance – I know if I don’t take it I will fall
And fail. But everything you think I am – I wear it like a veil.
And nothing matters – I could just laugh it all away
There is no end – and that’s what makes this road a golden one
With every milestone, inside my cage I get a little free
But nothing’s mine – not even this golden road that pulls me.
(And there is nothing but that which I adore.)
January 24, 2006. ca. 1:00 AM
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