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Every day I go up on the mountain Climb to the top but I don't know what for It's quiet until I hear a voice up on the mountain Beware of what you want It might want you more ashes my burned hut but beautiful like cherry blooming on the hill -one of my patients just before he died And just before I left the hospital and began to travel If he could face death so calmly How could I face life with so much doubt Now I can sit on the side of a mountain And watch the shadows slowly filling the valley floor But not without the doubts that still linger And constantly caress the edges of my shadowy interior At least a catheter expels impurities in a manner of model efficiency And my previous profession always at least offered that Flawless vasectomies in clean and well lit places A sterile field sealed from infection but not from disease I often wonder if I left anyone behind But somehow I just can't remember Only an oddly defined drive to find a better way But somehow I don't believe this is it Letras de cancionesAs I watch the shadows slowly creeping closer I think about India and the Hindu concept of Maya It took me so long to understand The space between reality and perception And now it seems that I live there From Letras Mania