Akacia - An Other Life

It's the dawn

of the long existential angst

the antacid blues

and your bleary eyed dreams



The backdrop

to a mundane 9 to 5 life

serving remote ends

to obliquely set themes



Catch a flight to Amsterdam

three days to get your mind off things

Timeless skies and atmosphere

sphere to sphere

and rings to rings



Caught in a moment of the illusion of self-sovereignty

Lost in a moment of the illusion of self-sovereignty

Paved the way

to a new born light

centered in the core of your mind

unrestrained and not yet tamed



it glares at you thru the

cracks in what you know

and beckons you to go

an unfamiliar way



And the distant howling of the wolves

and the impending collapse of all time

belie the distress of the client

who wants to know which outfit to buy



And one day

overwhelmed by the sense

of your own sarcastic humor

in your ego's last defense



The sunrise at your back

and so with your commute

now instead another track

to create a new you



Thirty hours driving

to an underdeveloped land

where your ID is your handshake

and you hold your life in your hands



Is this the height of madness

or the height of majesty?

Is this really the answer

or purely insanity



In the fields thru the day

sun's blinding light

a man who works with his hands



and a sense of pride

fills you like ice

and for the first time in your life, you sleep soundly at night



Dust you are,

and to dust you shall return

to the ground



Dust you are,

and to dust you shall return

to the ground



filling all the words

with meaning

building kingdoms tall



you think you know

what it's all about

you've cleared your system and you've figured it out



Dust you are,

and to dust you shall return

to the ground



Dust you are,

and to dust you shall return

to the ground



Those you've left behind still wait

watchful eyes fixed on the gate

missing person on the wall

object of the manhunt's call



but you've found your calling

you have found your calling

on you're knees you bow

and with your tongue confess



memories do not grow dim

and your family won't give in

but for you it's far behind

An other life you've left behind



and you've found your calling

you have found your calling

on you're knees you bow

and with your tongue confess

That you have found your calling



I look up to the sky

is there a heaven

why am I?

And is there some justice

or anything I owe

to the life that I've abandoned

And the silence of the evening

so vast so high

sends my thoughts backwards

But that life – it seems too painful to me

and I feel inside

that here I'll remain

for the rest of my life



Several months now I've been free

and I've come to see

I can escape from the city and the job and the family

but everythings the same

I can't escape the shame

now I know what I did not know



me



it's a problem I can't flee

the same in the country as the city

can't shrug it off



It's the dawn

of the long existential angst

the seltzer blues

and your bleary eyed dreams



The backdrop

to a mundane long day in the fields

serving remote ends

to obliquely set themes