Indifferent Skies

Old sun rising in these eyes and I can clearly see the cave which lies in Our avoiding and embroidering Pseudo-Freudian manifestos of this void in Which we toil in, it's just soil and Pretty clear it all comes boiling Down to "Moon" and "Snake" and "Mother" Down to walls of "Me" and "Other" La la la la la la la I will hold my hand up high La la la la la la la Leave its print upon the sky Keep Reaching I - Keep reaching High Old man rising, mesmerised in How he tried and failed a thousand times in Finding tune in this consuming Nebulous bouquet of being human None immune and all are Jungian Archetypes of flesh transcending through communion "Cave" and "Womb" and "Prey" and "Brother" Membranes grooming "Me" and "Other" La la la la la la la I will hold my hand up high La la la la la la la Leave its print upon indifferent skies Keep Reaching I - Keep reaching High Keep Reaching I - Keep reaching High I stand alone before an ocean calling me back home I stand alone before an ocean calling me back home