How long can I go hungry, before I don’t starve again.
How good can I feel, before I don’t get any better.
How much shit can I spin, till I’m just another spinner .
I went to hell, and it was heaven.
I have been impaled onto the fence post of society,
And I have been taken to the jowls of the lion of death.
But I have not come back as more than that,
For I am that – and that, is nothing more, than that.
Letting go of what I was and what I will be, and
being what I am, right now.
Letting go of belief and disbelief, because someone
said it was, or was not true.
They know because someone told them, and they were
told by another bloke and so on.
Lets hope the first guy was right.