At the end of the trip

Blank and sudden (?) going back 

Voyage terminated at long last 

Waiting for the high-speed rocket 

Take me back to where I know 



The ride's not easy, it's not calm 

But going back at long last 

All the faces, all the voices 

Somehow I stay at the back of it all 

Watching my body go through the motions 

In a slice of time and space 



Guess I was there, I surely must have been 

It's a simple memory hangs near past (fast?) 

But going back at long last 

Somehow seems so much more important 



Looking through all the events 

Clear on out to single points 

Where it's quiet and still 

At the end of the trip 

The world stops 



And I can stare at the wood and stone 

And the objects of place take on their own life 

Nothing's really so different at the end of the voyage 

It's all an extension of my thought 

All the differences disappear 

And a quiet calm floats me in the air