Utopia - The Ascetic Lyrics
Everyday I go upon the mountainClimb to the top, but I dont know what for.Its quiet until I hear a voice from the mountainIt says beware of what you want...it might want you more!Ashes...my burned hut...But beautiful like cherries blooming from the hillOne of my patients...just before he diedAnd just before I left the hospital and began to travelIf he could face death so calmly, how can I face life withSo much doubt? now...i sit on the side of a mountain,And watch the shadows slowly filling the valleys below.But not without the doubts that still linger,And constantly caress the edges of my shadowy interior...At least a cathater expels impurities,In a manner of model effeciencies. and my previous professionAlways at least offered that. fully vasectomies in clean andWell-lit places. a sterile feel, seals from infecti[b,But not from disease. I often wonder if I left anyone behind?But somehow, I just cant remember. only an oddly-defined tryTo find a better way. but somehow...i dont believe this is it!I think about india, and the hindu concept of life,To be so loved...and understand the space between reality andPerception. and now...it seems that I live there...
