Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows.
It is older than Rome and all of this sorrow.
See the new pyramids down in old Manhattan,
From the roof of a friend's I watched an empire ending.
Heard it loud and long the river's Om.
Time marching on to a madman's drum.

Don't forget what you've learned all you give is returned.
And if life seems absurd what you need is some laughter,
And a season to sleep and a place to get clean.
Maybe Los Angeles, somewhere no one's expecting.
On a detox walk through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk,
Someone wrote in red, "start over."
So I muffled my scream on an Oxnard beach,
Full of fever dreams that scare you sober,
Into saltless dinners.

Take the fruit from the tree, break the skin with your teeth.
Is it bitter or sweet? All depends on your timing,
Like a meeting of chance with the train station glance.
Many lifetimes had past in a instant reminded,
Of a millstone house in a seaside town,
When your heart gave out in a mission bed.
So your wife gave birth to a funeral dirge.
You woke up purged as a wailing infant,
In Krug Thep, Thailand.

Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows.
It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow.