Oh, the worlds...

How many times around
The bend, my friend?
To make sense of this world
Again

Making Nothing out of Something

Who is the one who resists his power lines?
Who is the one who feels separated?

In a Dan, down by the river!

Perhaps the flood might
wash me away
Drowning me, taking all that is mine
But then I would be cleaner

Danny Hatchet

Someday, I know
That disaster will befall me

But I also know
That God will be there too

Who could hang a name on you?

Happiness in you?

To want is to suffer
And now, I abstain
From it
Forever.
Amen