wander into mary's garden,
stroll amongst the weeds,
catch a rug to old morroco,
high above the trees
sink into the deepest ocean
lie among the wrecks,
let the stone-fish teach you how
to let your self forget.
drift along a tendril green
into a river jade,
wash away the fears you have and
past mistakes you made
sledge down slopes of ignorance
and land into the bliss
follow blind this path of yours
and get lost in the mist

Into the white where the nit-pickers roam,
hinting at something, silent, unknown.
here comes the goose with its gander in tow,
bringing the trembles and pulling you low.
sea-sick and soaking with sweat from the cold,
spinning like tops before they got old.
filling with panic and feelings of dread,
of hearing the ramblings inside your head.
start telling yourself that everything's fine,
give it a rhythm, make it a rhyme.
say it enough and affirm your belief,
blow out your lungs and feel the relief.
go back to go, start strolling again,
all inside out and not quite sure when.
Rocking and rolling, you're chasing your tail,
but soon you'll forget and away you will sail.