Floating out on the tide
Following the river of death downstream
Oh, is it a dream?
Bright eyes, burning like fire
Bright eyes, how can you close and fail?
How can the light that burned so brightly
Suddenly burn so pale?
The Journey of the Soul.
Eye 2 Eye.
I 2 I.
Deep Shit, Deep State, Deep Fear, Deep Fire, Deep Love.
On Thursday evening I read that Dr Bright had been told ‘We’re In Deep Shit’.
All Things Must Pass.
And on Friday morning, when out and about I thought I can smell shit and I looked on the road and there was a load of horse shit.
The Abyss seems to be staring back
Always Look On The Bright Side of the Abyss.
‘It’s a piece of shit when you look at it’.
But one man’s Deep Shit is another man’s Deep Shift.
The Prisoner. And Shawshank Redemption crawling out of the tunnel of crap.
The Prisoner – ‘Be Seeing You’.
WHO is Number 1,2 & 6 etc ?
There’s no safety in numbers though. Eventually the Numbers don’t work any more and the numbness wears off.
We all have our personal Numbers. President Trump has even been sending out a Number to most of the USA in the hope that it will keep the game of Monopoly going.
Peace Be With You.