A Servant Wants To Be Rewarded For

The Soul Is A Stranger Trying To Find A Home Somewhere That Is Not A Where.

Every Moment A Taste Of That Beauty In Our Mouths, Another Stashed In A Pocket. Impossible To Say What: No Cypress So Handsome, No Sunlight, A Lonely Hiddenness. Other Pleasure Gathers A Crowd, Starts A Fight, Lots Of Noise There. But Soul Beauty Stays Quiet..his Amazing Whereabouts Unknown Inside My Heart.

Dance, When You're Broken Open. Dance, If You've Torn The Bandage Off. Dance In The Middle Of The Fighting. Dance In Your Blood. Dance When You're Perfectly Free.

Pour Out Wine Till I Become A Wanderer From Myself; For In Selfhood And Existence I Have Felt Only Fatigue.

If Your Guidance Is Your Ego, Don't Rely On Luck For Help. You Sleep During The Day And The Nights Are Short. By The Time You Wake Up Your Life May Be Over.