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Siddhartha on a Street Corner
A blind man sits begging for change
living inside his head
he has nowhere else to go
once he knew fame and money
and played women like violins
but he gave it all away
long before losing his eyes
.
A blind man sitting all alone
a symphony playing in the cathedral of his mind
the world around him cannot hear a sound
they are too busy to listen anyway
he especially likes the cello
his body vibrating with sound
looking deep inside
a new state of being is found
.
A blind man sits staring at his hands
marveling as energy pulses up and down
smiling, people think he's mad
but it was so much fun
to turn his hands into pure energy
and then back again
.
A blind man used to sit begging for change
until one day he wasn't there
people never noticed he wasn't around
but they would always stop and listen
to the haunting notes of a cello
vibrating in the air
living inside his head
he has nowhere else to go
once he knew fame and money
and played women like violins
but he gave it all away
long before losing his eyes
.
A blind man sitting all alone
a symphony playing in the cathedral of his mind
the world around him cannot hear a sound
they are too busy to listen anyway
he especially likes the cello
his body vibrating with sound
looking deep inside
a new state of being is found
.
A blind man sits staring at his hands
marveling as energy pulses up and down
smiling, people think he's mad
but it was so much fun
to turn his hands into pure energy
and then back again
.
A blind man used to sit begging for change
until one day he wasn't there
people never noticed he wasn't around
but they would always stop and listen
to the haunting notes of a cello
vibrating in the air
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