Show me to the water.
I’ve had my fun and games;
I’ve sought the girls, the drugs, the scene;
I’ve gone and sought the fame.
Now show me to the water:
the eternal, circling path.
I couldn’t care for answers now
-those empty golden baths.
Baptise me forever.
Spare me sacraments
that leave behind the lakes and seas
to favour arguments.
Show me to the waterholes.
Show me where it has begun.
Let me take my place amongst
the silently undone.
