if it were easy we would all be gods flying on teapots in the dreams of the gandarvas if it was so simple by the wave of my hand the troubled waters would still if it were without the contradictions clarity could become the permanent sight if it is just around the corner why has the curve become the journey if it can be just about love why has its meaning been made so pure if the lord orchestrates the play sometimes my part is without words as to talk seems only reaction to the dialoge if depth bring forth the profound shall i dive deeper still if i find my fears my anger my wants my needs can peace and love ever be strong enough if the dark night of my soul exists do i stand at the threshold of oblivion