invisible power drain.

Drained, hollow as a diggeridoo, I stare.
Not having the stamina to be productive,
yet, how do you gain productiveness?
I can't remember anymore.

Only six more months, then I can leave.
Leave for exploration, leave for vacation,
leave for freedom to live my life as I please.
meaningless stress boosted by rain, producing apathy.

Gary sings "look right through me".
This very moment, I realize, feelings have colors.
I feel gray oh so gray. I'm waiting to become colorful.
Color doesn't just come along. Floyd's Time is this moment.

As I just realized, feelings have color,
moments have lines of lyrics and sounds from songs.
When you can really feel it. Like, really feel it.
"No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun"

I have found love. Love. And together we will explore.
Together we will taste freedom.
Together we will conquer our true selves.
And it's confirmed, we are going, thanks to her mostly.

Joy in my inner self. Peace within is what I'm searching for.
The I within I is raving, raging, I shackle the bars of I's prison.
The prison which my work truly is. I despise every essence of it.
Yet, I wake up everyday only to stroll down to the pyramid.

I will meditate and calm my inner self, not choke, only tame.
Listen, but tame. How does one tame a raging soul?
So full of life, so colorful, yet trapped and strapped down.
Chained by weather, work, lack of physical energy, it wails.

The wailing wail of my inner soul, it is wailing in tune when I play those tunes.
Those wonderful, changing, divine tunes. Taking I&I back to the roots.
Making I&I feel Irie and closer to nature. Closer to what man really is.
That Irie roots reggae, which cannot be conquered. Making I in tune with I.

I&I in tune, together in peace, making that conquering lion I can feel.
when the I within I is in tune with I, the lion within stands up.
With a head held high, and locks hanging low.
When I feel like no one can conquer me. I find peace and my true self.