Bitter Pills

Unaware of the model,

I was taught to follow.

Baptised through the grapevine,

Rescued by a daydream,

Back down where I,

Found the open door.

The open door,

I was before.

The open door.

And from the maps that I'd followed,

Came the thoughts that I'd borrowed.

A bitter pill I swallowed,

Cleaned my mind out,

So I could explore.

Plagiarised my reactions,

All my life an abstraction,

But if I'm more than memories,

Makes me wonder,

Who I was before.

I was before,

The open door.

I was before.

I know what I am,

In this light I stand,

Can I overcome,

That space that time demands?

Reincarnation,

I'm back from everywhere,

Know that I'll become,

The thoughts that lead me there.

Turned my back on the drama,

And ostracised my karma,

I threw away all my armour,

Trying to find out,

Who I was before.

I know what I am,

In this light I stand,

Can I overcome,

The time that space demands?

Reincarnation,

I can't remember,

Who I was,

Who I was!