I can ride with the flow,
Absorb the pain, nice and slow,
In a dark, twisted rhythm.
Following the internal stream,
Feeling the water but not the seam
Getting lost amidst the rushing waters.
Getting ready to descend,
I've done everything but pretend,
But now I consider the implications.
Falling deeper down,
In some time I'll drown,
Thinking of what's left to be said.
Can't help but feeling sad
I try hard and stretch my hand
But you're no longer there to grab it.
Vanishing, eyeing the darkness,
Greeting it, getting lost in its vastness
I feel its friendliness. Greets me with a cold hold.
Queens Of The Stone Age - Go With The Flow
Half-hidden in the fog the bridge draws near. Next to it a figure stands, face half hidden by a hood, half shown by the candle in her hand. Blonde hair, sly smile, something perverse to be seen in her face. Her eyes are the calm of a breeze but I'm feeling the adventure of the shadows. Something's lurking near by. She takes my hand and makes a run for it. When we're in the clear we stop to look at the Moon and awe at its beauty. We transcend. By the time we come back we're surrounded by the onlookers in the shadows - they're afraid of the light. Nothing else to do. All that's left is love.
Soundgarden - 4th Of July
