If you want to live
more

don't follow me into
the caves
I've forsaken myself

for a someone I've never known
(shinning light in the back of my
mind)

where all my buddhism
lies

we could have had a spark,
a flower handed down from the
enlightened ones

You didn't know how to reach for
anything but your pain (or the things
you use to mask your pain, of which
you are not aware)

Or of which you can see but cannot
stand to let come
into focus