Meet me by the side of the road.
Meet me beneath the stars.
Meet me with an open mind.
Meet me with open arms.

Tonight beneath the waning moon I crouch behind a glass balloon, weighing out my life.the

Around the bend, but what comes then?, asks the Devil, bastard, louse.  A life to spend, these things we

The doors of perception, they say, light the way; veiling the light at the end of our stay.

The doors are in our minds, looming like a bitter moon.  Choices, voices, textures burnt inside. Trillions of sounds drown silence out; vibrations down the spine.

Wandering the pathways, pondering intently, waiting for the moment to rise.
Anxiousness taking hold, running low on time.