Crazy, crazy, crazy is this life,
You think you have some grasp
But find you are dancing
With a corpse of maggots
So you steel yourself
Become uptight,
Anal,
The clock is ticking,
Time is money
Money is blood –
You need more
To get THERE
You need dough that rises
Need /kneed
It a lot.
Butter!
Spread the butter

So you wake from that nightmare screaming
Spin around 180 and let go;
Become cool stoned grooving but still lame;
Horrible things stop me!
Like who you really are
Without the tendencies
That decide
What we do

Love does not need a reason – love rules
Don’t ask me why –
You will only get because
I will
Set my Sights on God
Not on money, power or pleasure
I know this seems foolish
To search for some abstract idea beyond comprehension
And well…get nothing
Be nobody
Crazy man
So dig it –
dig like there is a bottom to the BS
When you find it
Stand and Look up –
Behold –
We are here!

Wilson Hill