it's nice
it's nice
yet lunious
that I crave the same kind of apples you would pick
from the tree
of the bee
with the honey and the money
stop now,
chase the eagle to the summit
ride it, then plummet
to the place of no return
from now on everything you burn
will cost a little piece of your soul
so stop, drop, and roll
and start digging for gold
in the field
of the real
with your mind and with your steel
while I find the thing I like to eat,
and eat it
~
1999