Weird ... the feeling of having other minds merging as one
Sharing all thoughts, visions, derisions ... impressions of material existence
Reassuring in times of need; a bind in times of solitude
No soliloquy now ... no swan songs ... no time for depression in enlightenment
Too many souls to talk to; too much selfishness to witness; too much shit to take
Too much criticism to accept with a smile; too much karma to resolve
All shared in oneness; one big happy family to decide the best course to take
Even though it’s the writer who walks the earth while the others rest
Its not easy ... but a hardened campaigner will see it through
