This light-heartedness within our core
In which we lose ourselves and more
Is carved in stone, so deeply set
In each of us with no regret
Can one deny what's in their heart
Suspected once played out their part?
Just once, or more in life's grand play
Have they concealed their truth away?
Ho
Down the slope, towards a wooden place
Where on both sides the chasms race
Something in the mist unclear
Disturbs the nature's order here!
Paths that never rest (So true!)
Even if formed in ways (askew)
Those paths that hinted
A swift return ( On the right toward the light)
And in thick sticky grass, confined
A conquest of a different kind
Down the slope towards a wooden place
Ho
Ho
Just once (Or more)
In life's grand play (have they concealed)
Their truth? (Their truth away?)
Ho
Down the slope, towards a wooden place
Where on both sides the chasms race
Something in the mist unclear
Disturbs the nature's order here!
Ho
Ho
Ho
Ho
Nothing brought a sense of near
Nothing in a way so clear
The old man by the cabin sat
Smoking pipe his simple hat
Ho
Boasting with a smoke so thin
Intoxicated from within
Ho
With morning wine so improvised
A sense of folly realized
A sense of heightened deep absurd
In every gesture every word
Ho
This light-heartedness within our core
In life in all its glory
In which we lose ourselves once more
In whimsical absurdity
In whimsical absurdity
Ho (absurdity)
Absurdity