Higher Than the Morning

Selfishness is only one more aspect of the rain
And some convince you that it’s virtuous
They say the ego needs to run without restrain
And other people are superfluous
There is some truth that you are trying to decide
Then you convince yourself you’re one of them
The true creators to opinions they have died
Howard Roark and you are like supermen
Climb higher than the morning
Winds fly without a warning to the night
The cities gather all the vultures of the night
Hungry for a little sweet to taste
You are right in it but somehow you are outside
Watching moles lay other souls to waste
It’s so revolting, either that or you’re amused
To see what those objects do out there
From out of boredom you partake but you’re confused
You’re not so great as you once thought you were
Climb higher than the morning
Clouds gather without warning
Climb higher than the morning
Winds fly without a warning always
Here there is a fire
There deep as desire
Far and away from me
Reach there in the quiet
Seek and you will find it
Right where it’s said to be