This disease holds me captive
As Time speeds past me
Like a drunk monkey
Bit by a scorpions fury
Into the abyss of silence
I wish to dive
To think and hold
My rare thoughts divine
While I rise from ths chasm
This disease spreads again
Hurting my every thought
Holding me against my thoughts
This ego, this lie
This life in a bottle
That rots and ages
And dies in time
What for this dream
What for this life
Crazed am I
With this desire for light
My ego, my disease
Death to supreme
Come to me My Lord
Kaala, my everlasting Love
I am yours
Sat Chit Ananda
