And Patience Flees My Heart, And Reason

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?

Some Nights Stay Up Till Dawn, As The Moon Sometimes Does For The Sun. Be A Full Bucket Pulled Up The Dark Way Of A Well, Then Lifted Out Into Light.

Go To The Well Of Deep Love Inside Each Of Us.

This That Is Tormented And Very Tired, Tortured With Restraints Like A Madman, This Heart.

Lamps Are Different, But Light Is The Same.