Dead Friends I


In front of us
There is an opening
Things that evade us
Take us where we're going

I'd had these visions
Seen the same premonitions
I've studied with magicians
Outlived their many religions

Is it all the same to you
Is it all the same to me
If I left, would you?
What would you choose to be

Tell of many legends
Seek the wisdom of dead friends
It's the same all over again
Call it obsession, call it religion