Nirvana

            i’d like to be a clear soul arriving at nirvana

            immune to a million forms of outmoded dogma

            or maybe it would end like an icelandic saga

            i could die in battle and transcend to valhalla

            in the real world i don’t go anywhere special

            i drive to my workplace enveloped in metal

            when it’s all said and done i return to my dwelling

            the events of my workday are seldom worth telling

            sometimes i get this outlandish sensation

            when i’m drunk at a nightclub with no reservations

            that i could turn into vapor and ascend to the rafters

            and live in the colored mists, forever and ever

            when i fall in love it’s a typical disaster,

            a cocktail of feelings and i’m easily plastered

            the woman involved gets panicked and smothered

            and i become even sadder when i no longer have her

            but as soon as we locked eyes the saddening ended,

            the stillbirths upon which my sickness depended

            could finally sleep the way nature intended

            and give me a taste of this natural rapture