If you open that door
I’ll take it that you’re leaving.
You might come back when you’ve floated out your head.
Lying on the floor,
But flying through the ceiling.
There are better ways – stop trying to be dead.
Come alive, on your own.
You’ve got the tools to make it
Through the day. It’s okay –
I think I see the sun.
Soak it up, Fill the cup, We’re the same, It’s a game.
You are energy.
And you know those times,
Where everything is futile
And the burden of your life’s too much to bear.
It’s all nickels and dimes,
The soul’s no longer fertile,
And I’m sure our time is coming . I’ll be there.
Our time is coming, I think I can see the sun.