i get up from my body   i float around the room   when i don't wake again   will never come too soon   i haunt myself till then   i sweep the dirty steps   and try to give more love   than i am to get and yet      i pry open my third eye   and burn from within   and try to find the cloud   from next i begin   i haunt myself till then   i sweep the dirty steps   and try to give more love   than i am to get and yet      the son ambulant stumble   of all of the people   makes me uncomfortable   i wish they'd all wake up      the truth is it's best to be ruthless with this