The Noise of God

Ah, at times we would make our way
down through the corridors of time
Bewildered, for sure
Always looking for something
Never seeming to be able to find a rat's ass
So tired we would be, doing these excursions,
that we would later sail for hours,
just lying on the deck,
listening to sealions and
utter the hopeless words of utters
Not without cause,
not without blame
I find masochistic games being part of
the life I never subscribed to,
never subdued to
Finding out only later
that the voice of God,
the noise of my mind,
was the voice of my mind,
the noise of God
(God buzzing and screeching,
waiting for just the right time
to reveal himself
and then boom,
the moment's passed,
we draw new circles)

(från USA-resan)