My master's voice kept calling me from the misty lake, so I carelessly ran
Towards the black waterside. I waved to her and I swear she waved back
To me when I realised that I was standing upon a swamp. Longingly, I put
Forth my hand but no-one took it. I slowly bogged. Didn't she want to or
Could she not help me? "Save yourself", the voice demanded, "or you will
Never be free.
I am not an omnipotent interventionist God. I am but your f***** up
Sense of morality, the voice inside you that makes you guilt out for no good
Reason. You are on your own. Now let go off me!" For one moment, I wondered
If anything existed outside of this swamp even though I knew from my own
Experience that there was something and that it was within arm's reach.
Rotten water was in my mouth and so was my heart. The only choice I had
Was to either find myself lying on the bottom of Lake Boredom with the fish
And the grubs feeding on my macerated flesh or to take courage and kiss the
Face of life itself.
My trembling crescendo-ed. I let go. I struggled. I was winning. Eventually,
I found my feet and climbed up onto the lakeshore.
And with a lit match in my shivering right hand I said, "Come on, let's make
A little history, baby, and burn all the bridges down."
Towards the black waterside. I waved to her and I swear she waved back
To me when I realised that I was standing upon a swamp. Longingly, I put
Forth my hand but no-one took it. I slowly bogged. Didn't she want to or
Could she not help me? "Save yourself", the voice demanded, "or you will
Never be free.
I am not an omnipotent interventionist God. I am but your f***** up
Sense of morality, the voice inside you that makes you guilt out for no good
Reason. You are on your own. Now let go off me!" For one moment, I wondered
If anything existed outside of this swamp even though I knew from my own
Experience that there was something and that it was within arm's reach.
Rotten water was in my mouth and so was my heart. The only choice I had
Was to either find myself lying on the bottom of Lake Boredom with the fish
And the grubs feeding on my macerated flesh or to take courage and kiss the
Face of life itself.
My trembling crescendo-ed. I let go. I struggled. I was winning. Eventually,
I found my feet and climbed up onto the lakeshore.
And with a lit match in my shivering right hand I said, "Come on, let's make
A little history, baby, and burn all the bridges down."