and beam me up I feel I'm stuck
down on my luck or up on my fuck
standing to my right sipping up the night
ripping up the light as it penetrates my frame
camping out on forest floors
soaking up the rain
crawling on all fours numb to the pain
and I sing again and my head rings again
and I'm led within
tripping on the smoke that smiles at my sighs
tugging lids down over my eyes
or up out of my skies
wondering now how to go
how to sew the seams to fit the mould
that they hold for me
sometimes its easier just to Be
to be free
to see
and to lead a life that leads to Me.