End of the tunnel at last:
leave your issues at the door,
she said, let go of reservations,
let yourself explore and then
on the floor, in the bed,
between the sex and sweat,
I'm cleansed into blissful,
never-before explored exhaustion.
Too much of who and what I've
been seeking for all too long;
don't gorge here and now, she
said, let's ration the portions.
Somewhere beneath all this
sings a cosmic lulliby;
the river we sail on now, always,
buried below the how,
buried below the why.
A hedonistic weekend takes me
far from the ascetic life that runs me blind;
paradise after five tilling the soil
in the clock-in, clock-out of the daily grind.
Work week is death through torture,
and this is the light at the end of my tunnel,
a blink of divine all mine, then back
like a bat on into my old hell, built to humble.
They tie the noose, she cuts me loose.
They run me blind, she frees my mind.
Somewhere beneath all this
sings a cosmic lulliby;
the river we sail on now, always,
buried below the how,
this water's moved by sacred skies.
Buried below the why,
the end of the tunnel, she's the light.
leave your issues at the door,
she said, let go of reservations,
let yourself explore and then
on the floor, in the bed,
between the sex and sweat,
I'm cleansed into blissful,
never-before explored exhaustion.
Too much of who and what I've
been seeking for all too long;
don't gorge here and now, she
said, let's ration the portions.
Somewhere beneath all this
sings a cosmic lulliby;
the river we sail on now, always,
buried below the how,
buried below the why.
A hedonistic weekend takes me
far from the ascetic life that runs me blind;
paradise after five tilling the soil
in the clock-in, clock-out of the daily grind.
Work week is death through torture,
and this is the light at the end of my tunnel,
a blink of divine all mine, then back
like a bat on into my old hell, built to humble.
They tie the noose, she cuts me loose.
They run me blind, she frees my mind.
Somewhere beneath all this
sings a cosmic lulliby;
the river we sail on now, always,
buried below the how,
this water's moved by sacred skies.
Buried below the why,
the end of the tunnel, she's the light.
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