Here I am, stoned yet trembling. I make another pot of coffee, take another pill, have a smoke, take a break, anything to break this fucking freight train headed for, somewhere. Where I don't know, but there, will be better than here. Or so they tell me. But pump the brakes. There's ice on this bridge, and I'm not ready to depart to the stars, or decay to the soil. Even the toils in the mud can transcend a soul. So don't tell me any less, than that this, day, night, life, this whole world is a miracle. Greater than splitting a sea, splitting an atom, or rising from the dead. It is life, death, and the entire spectrum in between. When you leave, I doubt you take this brain or the memories inside. Gods probably only have Déjà Vu of incarnation. The chance they had to change the world forever, if only, they would have focused a little harder on Love. I know its an inverted Catch-22. If you say you are a spiritual being along with other spiritual beings...people tend to laugh you off. If you are a spiritual being, people think you should be off walking on water and performing various miracles. Love and Understanding are the true miracles we see too little of, and often discount as a part of everyday life. Yet everyone wants to see another person walking on water before they believe in anything miraculous, or out of the ordinary. After all, the ability to walk on water would be, no doubt, out of the ordinary. And surely from the other side. The other side of this icy bridge where its better than here. Or so they tell me. So pump the brakes, take a break, have a smoke, take another pill, more coffee, because I am still here, stoned and trembling.