The wheel inside your head
the wheel inside your death
the wheel that rolls you along
the skeleton of life
color it with flesh
multiply it with sex
Lonliness was written
in crude graffitied letters all up inside that moving tunnel
the one you see the world through
just a traditional brand of acceptable madness
Faces change
obsessions transform
true wisdom is an illusive fox
self knowledge a creek one expects to be a river
It´s trickle offends you
See that divine lifetime in a quarter of a second
one where you will never need or want
the tunnel dizzying us as it rolls
around the months and years
growing weeds in our negligence
and trunks in our fetish
Our temple our sweet perfect diety
speaks to us with the mouth of our purest personal bias
our very own spiritul favoritism shaping the third eye
with extreme prejudice
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