Hermit's Hole what is life if not pain falling like the gentle rain all to common in seclusion filling my mind with many an illusion a tapestry of life depicting despair with all too many holes and a tear what is pain if not life as common as earth's civil strife drifting through our souls burning down all our goals hidden in the fabric called destiny dreaming for the sane insanity who owns time if it's not mine chronos perhaps ripped on wine treading on our gravestones tearing the flesh off our bones pausing tieing replaying teasing for time's where he's playing what is mine if not time i dont even own a simple dime poor on the brink of the drink thinking of what is the missing link but really getting nowhere falling silently contently through the air ask the hermit or the old wise man you will find the answer in the plan mend the tears and all the holes pour water on the searing coals pick all the fallen flowers hidden the frightened child cowers Grateful Dead.MiSTiGRiS SAUCE00Hermit's HoleGrateful DeadMiSTiGRiS/RAiD20941009