The Mad Journey

worlds spin night and day wandering souls living real lives finding the love learning to give co-creating co-suffering and co dying finding out why the good times fly when we were kings and we feared naught but played the part strutting to sound walking the proud amongst the mad tipping our hats english accents soft rock playing slipping into the long dark sleep our souls to keep then fade to black my subscription to the chaos of existence beautiful but haunting wonder should I lose hope and forget my name just wave me on that I not miss that golden place