cosmic express

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?