Why is it dying
is such a big
part of living
Is it dying or
living' that separates us
from giving to each other

Is it a fence or a curtain
some kind of veil
behind the veil of illusion
lies a domain of exclusion
across the river Styx

Of such things
I am not really certain
you know the mind
can play tricks
at this time of the morning
but of my anger
I can bear witness

Maybe God knows you but Google knows you not
hope that you can
rest in peace

silver trust and golden dust
perfumed evenings filled with musk
cast off these shackles
and return my lust to live

Like a river steering a
new course
cutting a canyon
I want to flow to the essence
of my life force
and find my way home
with abandon

Why is it that dying
is such a big part of living?
come on let's search our engines

Is it dying or living that separates
us from giving to each other after all

the apache kid