I try and tell myself to stop making so much sense

Just write a bunch of nonsense when I’m picking up my pen

But I can’t use at all without writing how it ends

With myself and the whole world and my family and my friends

As if I could know the ending of the story the gods send

For me to live a life I have and not just to pretend

But to really be inside the world not see me as separate

An idea that escapes me and is really hard to get

See even if I got it there’s no way to recollect

How the sovereign in me sees a way but I can’t see it yet

So I’m heading out for nonsense on that land is where I’m set

A land I’ll never reach with everyone I’ve ever met

I’ll dine with the gods

I’ve seen my home

I’ll dine with the gods

This wayward journey sees me reaching places I don’t know

Destinations deepening the treasures in my trove

A loss of life that’s evergreen protruding from the known

What’s lost to mind and misery the pleasures of the gold

Awash with worry wearily see figures in the womb

Absolved of making ministries pretending you know who

It is that’s making sense of all these words gone to the wise

These letters sent are heaven sent for all of heavens eyes

It's intimate no shocking service sworn into the show

To be there at the end for all to make sense of what’s shown

A miracle that’s birthed between the sides warring about

A fight nowhere near ending happening on hallowed ground

I’ll dine with the gods

I’ve seen my home

I’ll dine with the gods