Don’t want to feel this moment,
The suffering just too great,
Tremulous travels have broken me,
My spirit wailing on some distant shore.

In my wanderings i’ve travled,
Distances too great to tell,
Only stepping on known ground,
My soul the vessel of my journey.

And while rooted to emptiness,
Flesh a gem of prisonment,
Silence is of desire
And a whispering pass of my spirit.

Those lengths long travled,
I’ve seen sadness and fear,
Tripping on the heals of happiness, joy,
Their little parade just running rampant.

As i tagged along their little gypsy bus,
Some visions came over me,
Had i escaped my body
They would have been real,

Images of flowers, dying in the spring,
Leaves falling from tired arms,
The sprouts of newborns smothered in ash,
Chaos running in our wake.

As i slipped from my following,
And was ingulfed in the disorder,
The torches of the gypsys were faded,
Clouded in shadows of flesh.

The turmulet was flinging objects,
Casting figures through my soul,
And i could see the slow destruction,
And massive seperation when some collided.

But hope was pervasive,
She walked everywhere i looked,
Beckoning to follow,
So i did.

She led me to the gypsys,
Put me back in their freak show,
I was the tattooed man,
Showing off my scars of chaos.

But somewhere along the way,
I stopped to gather my wits,
But instead of the engulfing chaos,
I was in a blank areana.

Happiness and joy were waiting for me,
Just as sorrow and pain were,
They had a package for me,
A ribbon of gold circling it.

So i opened it, and faded away,
Opened my eyes, and found myself here,
Standing where i left my body,
But my spirit was gone.