Neurotic

It’s 4am and the cat is dead
A paradox in equinox
Inside my head
It’s raining

I’m losing ground and losing light
Your x-ray vision
Is out of sight
I’m straining

And it’s cold, on the second of July
And it’s cold, every time that I lie
That I lie, That I lie.

A vigil of the princes taking place
But she’s already dead
I’m way to late
It’s painful

Accident, suicide or vanity
Just like Narcissus
It’s profanity
I’m shameful

And it’s cold, on the second of July
And it’s cold every time that I lie
That I lie, That I lie.

I’m neurotic, I’m neurotic.
I’m neurotic, neurotic.

Made of Stars: Personal Revelations Drawn From the Work of Carl Sagan

We are made of stardust and we shall return to it

We need not make up amazing stories of our creation

One already exists

Look out into the universe with awe

Look into ourselves with awe

We are a universe within ourselves



We are matter that flows throughout the universe

Our energy and matter may one day end up

In places whose existence we can’t even grasp

We are children of both the earth and the sky

Our voyages of discovery are many and diversified

But this does not mean that they all have different intents



What we have found in just a few hundred years

Is enough to extend our consciousness

Beyond the reaches of what humans can imagine

And as we voyage further into enlightenment

As the human race evolves

Our place in all this will become more apparent



We must all remember these extraordinary revelations

Even just in the recesses of our of unconscious minds

For in doing this we help to create a world

Of more harmonious interaction

In this we help further the cause to reach the stars

And ourselves.