My junior year of college I took an oral interpretation class....it was actually pretty awesome. Our teacher was a huge hippie and would begin each class with the Salute to the Sun yoga sequence. We had to recite a poem for the class and I chose this one by Jim Morrison from his "Wilderness" collection.
What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
I know what you want.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I’m not singing to an imaginary girl.
I’m talking to you, my self.
Let’s recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.
Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.
You’re too young to be old.
You don’t need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do
Everything.
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