Samsara
To be enwraptured in the trance of samsara,
an encircling, cyclical, rhythmical dance.
Bound, surrounded, forever confounded.
It derives its energy
from centrifugal force.
It arrives again
where it started before.
Its dread of ashes
consumes it to the core.
Too feeble from the decay of the needle
to be able to subdue the need.
Mistaking freedom for escape,
paying for it with it’s key.
Crazed by the fear of going crazy,
gone insane from the fear of insanity.
hung-up, strung out, hooked right in,
nailed down, junked out, original sin,
it all spirals down – by what are you driven?
your blind spot, denied – what’s your addiction?
Using to kill the pain of self-abuse,
Boozing to quell the booze blues,
Turning turning ’till the screws come loose.
‘Tis the devil’s clever nether ruse.
All this twisting, turning, is stripping the threads,
Not having enough to pay the interest on the debt,
You’ve lost way too much to not make another bet.
hung-up, strung out, hooked right in,
nailed down, junked out, original sin,
it all spirals down – by what are you driven?
your blind spot, denied – what’s your addiction?
Such craving for freedom
created a jail,
a dog with a tin can
tied to it’s tail,
a dog with a tin can tied to it’s tail….
Pulling and tugging to undo a knot,
scratching out the stitches because it itches,
picking open the scabs because it itches.
Evading light
scared of the sight
of its darkness.
whatever you can’t see through to the end,
whatever you have to have right now,
whatever sends you round the bend again,
it’s all a plow
for samsara…..
it’s all a plow
for samsara…..
it’s all a plow
for samsara…..
Which derives its energy from centrifugal force,
And arrives again where it began before,
its dread of ashes consumes it to the core.
Enwraptured, entranced,
The cyclical, circular samsara dance.
Bound