Life Is Life, And Kind Is Kind

I Woke Up As The Sun Was Reddening; And That Was The One Distinct Time In My Life, The Strangest Moment Of All, When I Didn't Know Who I Was - I Was Far Away From Home, Haunted And Tired With Travel, In A Cheap Hotel Room I'd Never Seen, Hearing The Hiss Of Steam Outside, And The Creak Of The Old Wood Of The Hotel, And Footsteps Upstairs, And All The Sad Sounds, And I Looked At The Cracked High Ceiling And Really Didn't Know Who I Was For About Fifteen Strange Seconds. I Wasn't Scared; I Was Just Somebody Else, Some Stranger, And My Whole Life Was A Haunted Life, The Life Of A Ghost.

And Still The Void Is Still And'll Never Move - But I Will Be The Void, Moving Without Having Moved.

Struggle To Sketch The Flow That Already Exists Intact In Mind.

The Fact That Everybody In The World Dreams Every Night Ties All Mankind Together.

And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks!