No More

Where can I find
A friendly chest
To rest
My weary head?
A female hand
Run through my hair,
Warm and gentle
woman thighs
Welcoming me
Inside?

Looking for a way out
From this suf-fe-red existence
A certain feeling guides us
Far beyond the ho-ri-zon

Leaving everything behind
In every second of our lives
We know death before we meet it
It’s part of what we know.

And even though we know
From birth, The art of dying
We suffer from the only thing
Life teaches us in every breath
That Nothing ‘s here to stay

We’ll have to work
Our way around
The endless questions
Till
We finally come
To rest our head
Upon our Mothers breast
And end our quest
Once and for all
And seek
to find
No more