Why is it dyin'
is such a big
part of livin'
Is it dyin' or
livin' that separates us
from givin' 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 dyin'
is such a big part of livin?
come on let's search our engines

Is it dyin' or livin' that separates
us from givin' to each other afterall

the apache kid