its kinda strange being in a foreign place
being lost in an unknown space
caught in a strange malaise

yet through the shroud of misguided confines
is a space of discernment, a moment
where everything seems not that simple
but not so far from grasp

then you turn the corner of your one street existence
finding out that you only got a grip of
only tosses and resemblance of reality
and once again you left wanting, not knowing

and in all this time, its like that Shepard boy
you think back on all the things and the answers
weren't there just staring you in the face
naivety and greed got you walking to under par

yet could it be through all that time you knew
that it had to be, yet could it be
they're nothing with brand new
cos what's most important is not the craziness that follows
but the simple sounds and lonely hours that you left behind last.