I live in a cold, cold place,

Far from the Seeing Eye.

A place where the nights are long

And the air is painfully dry.

 

I live in a land

Surrounded by a sea.

A sea that is filled with wandering 

Souls; lost just like me.

 

Here is where joy goes to die

And malice and hatred

Rain from the sky.

 

Here resides pain and shame.

Here, the mind is retarded and the 

Body goes lame.

 

But not there.

Never there.

 

There is where I want to be.

Unrepressed and always free.

A heaven where great ideas are born

And nothing is ever shattered or torn.

 

The nirvana where there

Is green grass on the slopes,

And nobody ever cries or mopes.

 

That enlightening slope will

Surely have a big tree.

Under which, I can sit, surrounded

By friends, and begin to find me.