When I go to the top I look down and miss the vision of what to climb
and when down I want to pressure myself up to the top.
Up and down it's life's organization.
And to build the walkings of going up and down
a massive structure of discipline that needs time and patience.
I find my self going down.
I really wanted to keep myself up
but the natural ways of life and mind pull me so deliciously down.
It's a creepy thing to have my head.
I don't advise it to my deepest enemy.
And that seems to be aswell my power...
The pain I get from being too open, happy and alive
brings me to the deepest needs to provide me shelter once more.
It's an inertia of time that builds through life.
A spiral as the ancients say...
Goddam this ways!
But there's nothing to save me from my own head.

One day at a time old man.