Lackluster

Hey! Hey! Hey! Slippy side, Side-Side-Side go to go A long time gone and a long time past So soon so soon -- Lack Luster Lack Luster How can I muster The faith That I need to see The Things I need to see -- On again off again Bronco Try to hold on to the ribs Of the situation at hand. A long time gone and a long time past, Since I felt That Things were within my grasp. . . Wheel roll round Round, round, round -- hear that Sound. Leaning longingly against The window, Falling forlorn to the ground, ground, ground. . . When I wonder, when I whistle, When I'm wandering Through The Thistles When I'm tangled up in Bristles Hey! hey! hey! Beautifully Pained like an angel in purgatory -- Wrapped up and exhaulted -- Immaculate in melancholy -- She (sea) sure (shore) Rose and The sand fell Through her hands Grain after grain after grain! "In the Beginning was The Myth" Chapter one starts like this. . ., "Blank and Calm, and full of expectancy." (Herman Hess' "peter Caminziad") I'm standing exactly where I'm Supposed to be. . . Twisting and Tumbling, not Standing or fumbling.