Hot as hell
Santa Ana
The devil's wind
But I never knew
Is the sky on the moon saffron yellow?
We are in a beautiful prison
And we all have a job to do
I would rather be dancing with you on Venus
Than sweating it out here in my cell
At least we know each other
Suffering in the containers
Is that all we are?
We need to learn a thing or two
Before we can play with the big dogs
Do not get your arm chewed off mon frere
I remember so little
No way to piece it all together
Somewhere it is all laid out
Making sense
Looking at the world from my vantage point
Logic has collapsed
Like a structure that is not sound
Awash in ignorance
We stumble on through
As if we were in Plato's cave
Watching the shadows on the wall
Beside the fire
Climb out and bask in the sun
The holy ones await us