the flesh may be temporary
but the soul is infinite
existence unlimited
the human vessel is primitive
nonetheless it’s beautiful, I know that’s definitive
past lives I was livin in, conquering and pillaging
master of philosophy, arts and arithmetic
these I only visited, to get me to where I am, a place I’ve found where the rhythm is
now my vision is, three eyes open
a view so potent you could roll it up and smoke it
the wheels are in motion, an enlightened locomotive
all aboard the cosmic express
I confess, it’s an unknown address
but aren’t you curious to see where we’re going?