Tonight I slammed the door
and ran away from myself.
Wandering in the valley of hate,
despising the weak reflection,
I donned my maroon cap
and listened to a garden of sounds.

And it was on this trip
to find the many paths taught,
on the way to the soul forger
with nothing to screen reality,
I looked inside my head
and saw advice piled in mounds.

          I suggest that you come
          and fall out of yourself
          if you're gonna pass
          the test of ages

If I knew where I was,
I could have grasped direction.
As it was, I am here
still wallowing thru decsions
about things I no longer
really give a fuck about.

There will be no surrender
in this war, my friend.
This settles it all: for life.
Pick your way carefully cause
there may not be a return stub
to this waterfall of drought.

          I suggest that you come
          and fall out of yourself
          if you're gonna pass
          the test of ages