danger is to go back
never repeat
just not possible to do
so you met the guru
in your trance
good for you
bet it was great
couldn't be topped
but try to go back
when the scent has gone
and trouble finds you
sure enough
can't be done
rules are rules
so sit it out
monotony street
familiar ground
the dull grey sounds
of your heartbeat
and nostril flares
pullin' the hot air
down to yer lungs
on and on
no more visions
they have gone
but don't you worry
for in the mist
in the haze
the worries
the pain
is where those visions
incubate long before
they come along
touchin’ yer head pole
and yer toe poles
with the precision
to prize you
out of your prison
into the prism
of enlightened wisdom
so carry on
- from London Works
