PHYSCO-synthesis

Impassioned lovers wrestle as one, lonely man cries for love and has none. New mother picks up and suckles her son, senior citizen wishes they were young
Fire up your heart for the wind is getting cold, now it always gets cold for the riders of the night. When you carry that dream when you know what lonesome is looking for a home like a bird in flight.
Like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel, never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel. As the images unwind like the circles that you find in the windmills of you mind
Mother Earth, enfold in her cold brace, sinking down, killing ground, worm crawling on your cold face. Win or lose, naught to choose, all men are equal when their memory fades
Population keeps on breeding, nation bleeding, still more feeding, the economy. Life is funny, skies are sunny, bees make honey, who needs money, no not for me.
To dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Why pretend and be content with all the hate you hold innate. Pull your weight, it ain't too late to recreate your inner state.
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither wildly as they slip away across the universe. Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my opened mind possessing and caressing me.