Free association

 

Stanza 1

It is that phase when you sync with the environment

Things look alike but everything matters differently

And a sight brings to memory a site

Thoughts resurfacing from our deepest treasures

How could I be this interested in myself? How could I trust none?

My affections have I burried with my trustees

That onward alone is left to tread

Stanza 2

May we bring to life bring some bonding across several lattice sites of luck

Forged in the crucible of patience hastening slowly to the land of fadeless day

If I were to forget I who I am. Or loss what I have?

Not forgetting my impression on you. Who will you be to me?

Don’t spit it out. Just swallow it up your head

If I should have nothing to eat? Will you not feel embarrassed?

The pride of a man is what he loves, trusts, cherishes and confesses

Stanza 3

Nowhere to sleep, will I not aggravate you?

Will it be a pride to have me around you?

Will your countenance not wound me nor your words not bruise me?

I heard you say “it is you.” What?

The seat of blood or my legs of scars or thoughts image at war?

I wish my thoughts could be still  for a moment

So I could feel the warmth of success at least memories of the past even if the is never promising

Hook

A sad prayer I say: fill me with the angel of the pool of Bethsaida

That the demons that feed on my thoughts will walk backward on the path of eternity thinking forward

That the no friends I have will create solitude of great flow of thought

That my matrimony will be alone with no man but the groom of the resurrection morn

I pray not to trust men but divine beyond the sky