With few equipped to share my joy,
I'll hold it warm a thousand lifetimes
Since no one noticed when you went to flirt,
Hidden wishes, those too, kept fresh for you
You, well-trained to not know your question,
Might speak it out rude, in the nude unposed
Then we could share a trif of wisdom,
But we'll keep the box closed 'til this darker time goes
You forgot why you fight, said that crusty old Lao
You looked back your own way as he points you your moon
Nasty chan wanker Lao, flustering to his breakpoint
Says, go for the soft and you'll be home soon...
Soft are some plans you never made
Soft holds the meaning; thoughts never stayed
Soft is the cave of a trillion-world dream
Soft, the quick stop where your soul's remade
All together, move, before the chan man sees us!
Run, hide and quick, don't let the stumblebum seize us!
Join, join, join, jump!
Soaking in the middle of a big fat soft!
Soft, the give in ceasing of schemes
Soft, for all crudenesses, lost at sea
The end of the you and of the me dreams
Soft: of life, of philosophy
Abandon toast-modern mind, remove like a tumor
Happy persons, arm in arm, schlepping a happy mind
Nothing can remove the stain of the pattern
It merely dissolves in the watery find
Soft, a recline to infinity,
Separatenesses gone, nor even unity
Not-knowing, sans conceptuality
Soft means its over, ending the spree
Since men look away from demented and wise
Ignoring the fool talk of slackjaw and hermit
But in the case someone somewhere takes in to hearken
Here's the easiest way to get it, if that way I may term it:
Give in to the soft,
If you want the loft ––
If you want the loft,
You've got to go soft