pleasant blues - chorus 2

looked over chicago,
through a window reflecting
a party in back;
dancing, jumping -
tribal beat for the
american voice,
a voice too soft
for the crowd
yet too loud
for the bedroom.
between EMPTY space.
waiting for words
like frog for fly,
BETWEEN
the words and
the flies
i don't sit as well
on water,
i am free enough too.

pleasant blues - chorus 1

its just begun to get darker,
in the little fake pond next to me
i could no longer see
the oversized goldfish -
how pointless! ----
man, how beautiful
it could be to have no point
------not worthlessness-----
nothing behind, nothing now,
nothing ahead----
han-sha-ze-sho-nen
enlightenment only exists in freedom /
from delusion (time is a window,
window not exist, look through space -)
exist no space (window nothing but word,
sky but a word () just concept, no judgment)