You worship the master
while I worship them that serve.
You worship the heaven
while I worship the temple of the mind.
Call me psycho, call me an atheist,
It means nothing, nothing to me at all.
There is nothing in the heaven
everything is in the mind.
Thoughts swim and dance
and sing for life;
they want to live a life.
But if it be natural to die - they die,
And if it be natural to survive - they survive.
But, my dear friend - excuse me
for interrupting you, after all,
if you think that everything is in the heaven
then you haven't tasted the nectar of love.