Take me away, take me away, take me away I want to go back to the place I know
So take me away, take me away, take me away I want to go back to the place I’ve grown…
(repeat)
A-way, a-way-a-way-ay-ahhh, way-a-way-a-yah, way a yah o way…(x2)
I was born at a beautiful hour, stars planets and all sorts of subtle circumstances conspiring to make me who I am now
and I can’t conceive pf a better place to be than within this skin, to be be-in, to be -breath-ing, to be believing in the power of One
To be able to turn my face towards a sun that nourishes my roots better, that feeds every pour and petal
and now I am sunk deep in fertile grounds, my body deep, consumed by the sound of Oooooommmm, because
perfect we all are.
And I can’t deny that I may have doubted this in the past
but now I see that every ceiling I hit before was made of glass
and like the sand it was created from it can be broken down in to something different…and I am grateful to my ancestors for making me similar, yet….different.
For giving me this unlimited vision with which I can see myself reflected in the eyes of others
and envision us both, back at the beginning of time immemorial, time in memorium, Time…construct that it is…constructed of this
Dream State
where we all stand screaming “I’m awake, I’m awake, I’m alliiiiive…”
when really, we’re all barely lucid and half blind
barely lucid and half blind, and I think maybe that’s why I find myself wishing someone would just come and
Take me away, Take me Away, Take me away I want to go back to the place I know (etc.)
