A Thing You Call Joy

Grip the water flowing and it falls

Faster from the palms

You told me so calm and knowing

To watch its working flow

And not to grip the hold of something

So stoic it can't be stolen

It's the flow of your water motion

Not the measure of your pressure

Grip the water flowing and it falls

Faster from the palms

Always a fall feeling after a calling

There is always a fall I feel coming

Grip the water flowing and it falls

Faster from the palms

Into the cave I keep going

I go knowing

Into the core of my condition

Between the hours of rest and play

I awake knowing

Dancing to unknown music

Of foreign origin

Why am I forever in recovery from a thing you call joy

And why am I so goddam blessed

On earth

Why am I

There's the living me and the four of you

All of my phantoms chanting

Maybe I'm too sensitive

Feeling everything I'm told tenfold

I have awoken

Before I have spoken

I have awoken

I feel like the daytime chasing the night

Thrown to the dawn

Thrown two ways at twilight

Darker! brighter! Any way but this

When I am thrown to the night

In the hallways of the mind

In the corridors of midnight

I am reborn

Every waking morning

Without warning

I feel like the daytime chasing the night

I have awoken

Before I have spoken

I have awoken

I'm grateful to watch you moving by

I'm grateful for the waves

The solid rocks are dry

For me

Why am I forever in recovery from a thing you call joy

Forever refilling

And why am I

So goddamn blessed

On earth why am I

Closer I feel to truth

Closer comes the falling

There's a stale mate stalling

Always a fall feeling after a calling

There is always a fall I feel coming

There's a stale mate stalling my calls

There's a stale mate stalling