Everyday I go upon the mountain Climb to the top, but I don’t know what for. jdn.,!,r sjnnnng It’s quiet until I hear a voice from the mountain It say’s beware of what you wantit might want you more! Ashesmy burned hut But beautiful like cherries blooming from the hill One of my patientsjust before he died And just before I left the hospital and began to travel If he could face death so calmly, how can I face life with So much doubt? nowi sit on the side of a mountain, And watch the shadows slowly filling the valleys below. But not without the doubts that still linger, And constantly caress the edges of my shadowy interior At least a cathater expels impurities, In a manner of model effeciencies. and my previous profession Always at least offered that. fully vasectomies in clean and Well-lit places. a sterile feel, seals from infecti[b, But not from disease. I often wonder if I left anyone behind? But somehow, I just can’t remember. only an oddly-defined try To find a better way. but somehowi don’t believe this is it! I think about india, and the hindu concept of life, To be so lovedand understand the space between reality and Perception. and nowit seems that I live there Utopia The Ascetic songtext Suchen mit Google Utopia The Ascetic liedtext Finden Sie mit Yahoo Utopia The Ascetic songtext | | |