Early morning rain
Lift the heart over again
I’m sleeping in a jar
For am I so very very far
Into wondering where we are?

Lifting a veil to really see
Wondering what’s inside of me
Living a lie inside
Never wanting to realise
That lying is dying.

In the evening time too
The thinking is like glue
The pandering is heavy
The movement’s are steady
But I am he as we are you.

Listening to the rain
Helps me stay almost sane
For it has its own melody
Killing time so pleasantly
Soaking the brain beautifully.

Relaxing in the smell in wet
Releases thoughts from a net
Of intricate cage-like rooms
Letting the depths of knowledge
Leap out to take over the moon.

Practicing in the rain
Is food value for the brain
I crush the jar and sing again
The dew in the leaves seep
Into my heart – I avoid sleep.

Early morning gains
The momentous fraction
When liars sleep, a faction
Called love awakes on crushes,
Doubt, pain, death, bullshit.

Keeping a jar my door
I laugh all the more
When lairs are seen as pious
When death merchants receive
Their gold paid in blood and sinew.

Lying in the rain soaked grass
I converse with our beloved friends
Who have the knowledge that ends 
Fear, greed, hatred and lust
I’ll introduce them, one day, I trust.