Observation
through the mask, into a mirror
we drank to tomorrow and we drink for yesterday
a garden of earthly delights or a jungle of restless desire
we immerse ourselves in the mess as we seek meaning
we want to live, we want to give
been to hollywood, been to redwood
sailed on a strange boat, blown by a strange wind
we feel afloat while we are ashore
we may lose, and we may win
though we will never be here again
so we light ourselves up, in pleasure and in pain
and burn, burn, burn with and under the stars