Beyond,
in the great world
I answer them
in contemplation
Concerned with it all
I could have
gone on forever
All this
Without the reason
we keep to see
Bursting from an old
living quality
In the background
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Beyond,
in the great world
I answer them
in contemplation
Concerned with it all
I could have
gone on forever
All this
Without the reason
we keep to see
Bursting from an old
living quality
In the background