There's a neverending horizon
Beyond the sea of imaginaton
Beyond the thought of endless love and understanding
There's a reef of doubt and anxious speculation
Beyond the concept of productivity, and violence and despair
In a space between science fiction and more surreal affairs
Some metabolic system of ego and empathy
Churns out concentrates and secretions far too flavorful for my taste
There's a path to salvation, beyond the connotations of the word
It's recognition in a house of mirrors
Still hands when an head leans upon your shoulder
It's care for one another, above all else
