Things of the heart
Use to move me to you see?
But now I know:
They’re just inside disharmony;
My world is now a thousand-coloured hues
Where pain is red and sadness blue,
A jewel prison, just for me,
Reflected images, all around.
A radiant sensual cage
Into which I’m bound.
Experiencing sounds and pictures,
Probing life’s complexity;
Daring the limits so unsure,
Pre-programmed observance.

Digitized drawers of information
I trust to be reality;
Molecular organization,
Quantified data, symmetry.
The mind creates all that I see:
Odours and light intensity;
Transcending my senses limitation:
Psychedelic objectivity.
I now am in a mystic place,
With my whole life before me ,
When I finally find the door
I looked for, for the whole story.
While back there at the body,
A busted brain artery,
Bring lawyers and coronary
To the ceremonial parading gallery.
All wearing masks of tragedy,
Managers and record company,
Wrangling my legacy
As end my little story.