The Golden Rule Is There Is No Golden Rule

I've been gone for so long

I can barely recall

The day I departed

Or the day you arrived

The incubus of divergence

Turned convalescent

In the invariably broadening

Conspectus of time and place

But I couldn't stay there

In a place where spatial identity was irrelevant

In all I could do. . .

In all I've ever wanted. . .

I'll pack my bags

As full as I could

I'll pack my bags

And take it all with me

I'll pack my bags

As full as I could

I'll pack my bags

Go back to the start

Then I lose myself

In the smoke filled room

In the throne of the omnipotent

Preternatural impulses

To think that we can go it alone

But there is nothing to gain

Nothing to sacrifice

And all we have is everything we share

To help each other along

And all we have is everything we share

To help each other along