I have not been to this place for a very long time
Retracing my steps is not a habit of mine
But I remember the lights and I remember the voices
Remember the cost and remember the choices
Remember speed and power and cost and commotion
Emotions brewed into a magick potion
A memory of smiles within this place
And I’m lost in the jungle without a trace
I have made my sacrifice to the gods of the past
I have given all to the very last
I have seen what no-one else can see
And now at last the Graal serves me
Tonight I try to reconnect
With all that was my younger self
Hope and ego and love and confusion
The me I created from disillusion
And will that once-discovered path
Lead to a sad and hollow laugh
Or to new life that ever flows
From the Graal I seek, Lord only knows
(Written in the back of a cab in NYC, August 2010)