Downhill -

I’m leavin' to walk the road inside my head

with cord in hand and powder breath I stand and wave goodbye

goodbye…

the systematomatic thinks, while buying blood on Broadway street where the old

messiahs go

that pulsing through the atmosphere are answers to the questions you should know

don’t let it go, or it’s all downhill from here

examples of the afterlife responding visions half the time and the other vertigo

spun off the Earth a thousand times and caught the wind that purifies the soul

you should know, it’s all downhill from here

lost out here adrift in lights, it’s wonderous

weightless in clouds of colors the world will never see

and I am a figment of reality

wrapped in the shroud of endless night I scream aloud

but no one hears, so I tell my stories to satellites

and I am lost inside a memory

the pattern picks the pockets of the palindrome

back to front the loss remains the same

and it beckons to the East to give the West its eyes

while the oscillating rhythm marks its bones

to the young it gives a vision of the dead and gone

while the old recieve a passion to survive

and the pattern picks the pockets of the palindrome

before the oscillating rhythm takes to flight…