I may have taken more shrooms than I meant to
And I am staring at a clock, wishing I had more time
But I know that time is an illusion here, and
I wonder what it is I am really worried about
Death does not scare me
Every day, I know that this could be my last
as I count down the seconds on my second chance
History is ending, History is ending
History is the nightmare from which I am trying to awaken
trying to escape from into dream
The dream is eternity.
The dream is zero time and outside of history.
We wish to escape into the dream.
We wish to escape into infinity
Escape. Escape from the planet, from death,
from habit, and from the problem,
if possible, of the Unspeakable.
making a list of demands,
writing them on the palm of my hands,
on how to connect to the forgotten unity
beyond the tick tock of time