The Way of the Will

Those who reach to the stars don't live with them And those who see themselves in the mirror - They are frightening men Those who touch the cold surface don't feel the heat Those who wander in the dark side of the moon Only have dust under their feet I am not one of those who seek only life Nor one of those obsessed with death I balance on the knife I'm ready to open my heart and let enter it all The universe with its joyful demons - And sleeping gods Are you ready to heed the call?