When I got off the bus it was six in the evening. Snow was blowing across the intersection. For the last six hours I've been lost in a book. So it took me a second to remember what I was doing.
Got so lost that I went to church. Sorry god but you made it worse. Made me sit behind the fence. Haunted by the evidence. I guess you don't want me to think so instead I'll dream and drink.
On the train ride to Paris. Or from sunny Barcelona. We rose up through the mountains. As the sun started setting. And the sea came out below us. As we rode through a village.
Oh Jesus, I love You. And I love Buddha too. Ramakrishna, Guru Dev. Tao Te Ching and Mohammed. . Why do some people say. That there is just one way. To love You, God, and come to You?.