The Gypsy Removes His Bandage/In Search of the Lost Path
Our penchant for nostalgia Seeps into the psychic cracks It poisons our present The mind detaches from the Now Only to float into the rose-scented fog of the past Pull back the gauze To reveal the scars of yesterday The beacon light of misery Shone through the mist
Romantic exaltation crumbles
And the ruined estate comes into view Gaze through the pinpricks of light
On the endless black canvas
And the mind’s eye meets the blaze of ruination Light created by the burning memories Of days gone by The peripheral fire may lead us off the perceived dark path
Shed the past poisons (The search continues) The search is not yet over First crawl, then walk Now ride to the glorious future