Lessons I've Forgotten
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Teach me to love,
To dance naked upon the world,
To flirt with mindless fascination,
To swim to the bottom of behemoth voids,
With only a single breath to save me.
Teach me all of these,
And still the game goes on.

Teach me to fly,
The wings of a dragon carrying me away
Beyond the stars,

To be free to follow destiny without reservations
In the bed and breakfast of dreams,
To never look back,
To ignore the fitful death of what could've been,
And become fixated by the bountiful voyage of what could be.
Teach me all of these,
And still the game goes on.

Teach me to weave a spiderweb
Of pure energy,
To spin their intricate spell
Of savage delight on a page of time,
To paint a net of beauty on a canvas of thin air,
To trap my pray
And devour it whole in a solitary ravaging bite,
Teach me all of these, and still the game goes on.

Teach me to fold the universe up
Into an origami swan on my mantle,
Dreaming, screaming, dying, crying,
That I may one day retrieve it To play as a flute To let the beautiful music flow free from The widest river, untamed and uncaring.
Teach me all of these,
And still the game goes on.

Teach me to live and breathe,
To grow and build,
To see beyond my eyes,

Teach me the secret of all that is,
To remember what will be,
To relearn what has been.

Teach me to mold the clay
And place it in the kiln,
To fire and scorch it
As the hardening begins,
For from the fire of death
Shall rise the phoenix of life.

Teach me, teacher, teach me to simply be,
Teach me all of these,
And what have I learned:
Nothing but that the game presses on.

Which Prison Do I Choose
I'm Still Watching
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