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It Was Like Being In The Eye Of A Hurricane. You'd Wake Up In A Concert And Think, Wow, How Did I Get Here?

Images Of Broken Light Which Dance Before Me Like A Million Eyes They Call Me On And On Across The Universe Thoughts Meander Like A Restless Wind Inside A Letter Box They Tumble Blindly As They Make Their Way Across The Universe

Keep You Doped With Religion And Sex And Tv

Speaking As Somebody Who's Been In The Drug Scene, It's Not Something You Can Go On And On Doing, You Know. It's Like Drink, Or Anything, You've Got To Come To Terms With It. You Know, Like Too Much Food, Or Too Much Anything. You've Got To Get Out Of It. You're Left With Yourself All The Time, Whatever You Do--you Know, Meditation, Drugs Or Anything. But You've Got To Get Down To Your Own God And Your Own Temple In Your Head.

It's Fear Of The Unknown. The Unknown Is What It Is. And To Be Frightened Of It Is What Sends Everybody Scurrying Around Chasing Dreams, Illusions, Wars, Peace, Love, Hate, All That-it's All Illusion. Unknown Is What It Is. Accept That It's Unknown And It's Plain Sailing. Everything Is Unknown-then You're Ahead Of The Game. That's What It Is. Right?