The Other Room

Nez: "Count it and start it, David"

David Briggs: "1 - 2 - 3 - 4..."

Carlos slammed his foot down

Hard upon the pavement

And watched his daydream die

Too much had been expected

From the games that he was playing

Too much of what he said

Had been a lie

So now the bitter anguish

Delivered him to sadness

Too well he knew the meaning of despair

But this time something happened

And he saw his own dilemma

As the product of his unconfronted fears

For years now he had felt like

A cork upon the ocean

And injustice was the wind that blew him ill

But he began to feel the power

Of his own enlightened thinking

Real power, on beyond his human will

No, it did not come at once

It unfolded to him slowly

And the next few months

Were crowded with ideas

Ideas that weren't reactive

Ideas that were brand new

And unopposed they conquered each new fear

Well, Carlos found that consciousness

Would unfold upon its own

When lifted out of selfish, mean desires

And expose things unsuspected

That were hidden in the throes

Of jealousy and stupid mortal lies

Well, it came in bits and pieces

But it came without a doubt

And it came because his pit of gloom

Left him no other action

But to open up his thinking

And to find within his heart

The other room