Earth Tries To Work Sorcery On Us,

The Wine Of This Fleeting World Caused Your Head To Ache.

There Are Many Ways To The Divine. I Have Chosen The Ways Of Song, Dance, And Laughter.

If Your Thought Is A Rose, You Are A Rose Garden; And If It Is A Thistle, You Are Fuel For The Fire.

Don't Run Away From Grief, O’ Soul/ Look For The Remedy Inside The Pain/ Because The Rose Came From The Thorn/ And The Ruby Came From A Stone.

Conventional Opinion Is The Ruin Of Our Souls.