Far far away.


Far faraway;
long past the edge of town,
is where I've come to be.


Past the shacks and past the tension poles and past the view upon the hill, past the shops and past the stops 
and past the roads and past the trees, past the plains and past the lakes and past the road that no-one takes. 


Long into the day and long into the night,
I left behind but a trail of dust.


The morning came to share my thoughts,
like a friend that one forgot.


Days and months and years had passed,
I'd forgotten how nice it was, 
to feel the new born sun shine upon your face. 


The silence of the scenery 
had left me in a daze,
I could somehow feel out of phase with what I knew to be my past.


I saw the shimmering thoughts 
floating past my screen of what it was that was unreal.


Where I was to get to was no where to be found,
I searched around some more and felt I could give up.
The journey is the trip and the trip is live complete,
I needn't fear the lost of purpose in between
as I somehow believe I passed it long ago.

continuous-ly

And this sense of intimacy with some astral being, left me feeling-more-alive more-tuned-in-to-show that life was-tryin'-to-be deep-into-the-sea far-away-from-me you-seemed-to-have-lost-all sense-of-former love. I- now-begin-to-know that-it's-time-for-letting-go but I-no-longer-see if it-was-meant-to be. I chase-away the fears of my long-ago-nies that left me strayin' 'round the fringes-of, my past-insanities. I will cease to exist when time will tell me to, when life won't let me live and mum will set me free. Like a bird ona cage I fear to go back in for I know the-suffering that love will-always-bring. I seek the truth-of-such trivial-little-things that keep my mind awake and leave-my spirit free. I roam-in-the-woods where people came to die like-shot-down-animals who feel their flow-of-live, leaving through their wounds; deep-in-the-entrails of earth-life-is-reborn. And energy-is-all that remains-of-my-life and-yet-I-will-somehow be-reborn through-their-eyes. Oh-sweet- calamity that bears-down-upon-me, I-no-longer-want-to live-free-and-carelessly for-I-have-had-my-share of life's-own-miseries