1976-09-13 Dying highs


                          Dying highs

            It doesn't matter what you do to yourself
            it all comes to the same end;
            cafeine speeds you up,
            grass slows you down.
            The lack of sleep fogs you up
            and math clears you out.
            Its all part of the same game
            going down to where you die.

            You been running all you life...running down.
            What does it matter how you do it?
            Its just like the illusion that
            there's somewhere to get to
            There's nothing to hold onto, either.
            We're dying constantly in an endless
            progression to nowhere
            although we struggle to believe otherwise.

            We're always trapped here, in the now,
            and we fail to see it as the window it is
            into the greater truth
            with all its beginnings and endings.
            Somehow, though we're given the power
            to imagine almost anything,
            we find it the hardest to imagine the truth.

                                    gallagher
                                    13 september 76

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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