In the cave
Of all my feelings
Where this deepest thoughts can dwell
Are the beginnings of my healings
...
I am a tinker of bells
Which I fix with quick experience
I am a digger of wells
Which I dig deeply, to please
...
I am the eye of tomorrow
Fixed on the tales of today
Watching in solitary sorrow
The cracking of the clay.
...
The Cave
In the cave
Of all my feelings
Where this deepest thoughts can dwell
Are the beginnings of my healings
And the depths of living hell
Whatever path I choose
Will come from that deep source
And whether I win or lose
I have solely chosen the course
Who knows what's in that brew
That mix of happy and sad
I haven't the slightest clue
And it could be good or bad
There comes a time for action
A time to move and do
Whatever the satisfaction
It comes from the primal brew