Up in the Seventh of Heavens, I’ve got no clue of what happens, Perhaps God is up there, hands joined, Worshiping a god of his own. And seven heavens still higher, There’s a god even godlier, Reading Nietzsche and Augustine, Trying to find his own meaning. Run after meaning, never rest, Now that you caught it, what comes next? Run after meaning, after you, I know you chase a meaning too. As Buddha reached enlightenment, And Elijah the firmament, Was there any new, greater goal? Was that just the top of the pole? Climb a mountain with no summit, Don’t see the cliff and fall from it, Peel infinite onion layers, Cry at the sky it’s no matter. Run after meaning, and faster, It matters not what comes after, Run after meaning, it’s alright, So long as the tunnel’s got light.
