Dizzy, I'm chasing a place to sit down,
Thinking "whack-job," as I'm known around town,
I'm hoping my lies will not leak to your mind.
I'm grateful I got past you this one more time.
I'm walking where angels ne'er tread,
Angels are warning, Scott, you'd be better off dead.
Then I got busted by the Light and the Truth and the Way confrontation,
Victimized by my own deception-based asphyxiation.
Once again I stop all the useless banter.
Once again I center on the things that truly matter,
My breath, my life, my truth.
Burdens resting, time is testing, love is nesting
In my heart, in my heart, in my heart.
SCA, 2004