Feeling In Cliche Here I stand 'twist the cup and the lip My mind in a whirl, an hallucinary trip Cast into outer darkness, away from it all Afraid of the outcome, afraid of the fall The inner man awaits for the end To fit the pieces, to finally mend The sands of time run through so slow When will the man finally know In the minds eye a place to be The ivory tower is what I see With a snare and a delusion to fill the room To speak of the devil in a vision to bloom A vision in which still waters run deep A vision that grows in the hour of sleep In the arms of Morpheus, like a baby I lie Chasing a rainbow with a tear in the eye The stream of consciousness runs by the side And to the heart my feelings confide From time immemorial the thoughts hold fast To trim ones sails to make them last To whistle in the dark, till we meet once more In the dead of night on a distant shore Like a child of nature and with a change of heart Until the way of all flesh, never to part.