the echoes of a dream i dreamt    in a distant past is here at last    drowning me fast    why are the ripples so old and vast    catching up to me? what did i see?    the tower of life, or was it death    erected by the sea    the spawn of the earth was flocking up    some went to the top others halted up       at different levels people threw themselves at the waves    and when they fell in they were all dead as sin       i climbed up to the very top    wanting to see all that can be    why waste a wicked view    when after all all and all    to our death will fall    to our death we fall       this foretelling i knew to be deeper than words    and true as pain hurts    now i am in free flight    it does not feel right    no time to think    i'll be gone in a wink       in between waking and true sleep    what i find i treasure and keep    the tower of wisdom    the fall to the deep