11/13/91- One Day

                                                11/13/91
                                                   Bali
 
                                  One Day
 
         A voice from a bad speaker too loud
         Gongs and cymbals far away
         A kitchen revolt of angry percussive cooks
         Distortion guitar smashes off clean white tile
         As a demons crimson eyes reflect off my glasses
         I remain in a cool pool floating
         My spirit leaping through smoke rings
         One day,just one day
         Out of one life,nothing really
         And yet a collection of many lives
         A goal achieved,a culmination of centuries
         The stars hide,smiling
         I smile back
         Why not?