I don't feel like myself today
Feels like one of my yesterdays
It seems like time has lost its way
It stops to pass, and I'm far away
Like a holy offer
Holy offer to flame
I am whole and softer
Like before but not the same
It's a holy offer, holy as the
Holy nothing from which it came
The strategy persists, it's become myself
I cannot put it back upon its shelf
It stays within a maze of my own design
The center is a web of what makes me mine
Like a holy offer
Holy offer to flame
I am whole and softer
Like before but not the same
It's a holy offer, holy as the
Holy nothing from which it came
I watch it bloom with me, like some ancient creeping vine
That grew here in the dark while I went out and danced with time
I bring it out to hear the sound, make it stand on my feet
We feel the presence of the world, go dancing in the street
And in my depth, the smell of world is crushing in the night
I'm supposed to reach, to search, to scream for something from the light
But now I can't, the night is gone, the feelings all askew
I hear my youngness asking me did I make it through
And like a holy offer
Holy offer to flame
I am whole and softer
Like before but
I'm not the same
Like a holy offer,
Holy as the
Holy nothing
From which all of it
From which all of it came