There is a phase between sleep and wake,
Where the liqueur of life is brewed.
A world of possibility -
Free from the chains of madness awake
There is a well of pure conceit -
Where the only truth is now.
Powered by a beating heart,
the electricity of a soul -
Assembled by a hand unseen -
The author of it all
Drink deep, travelers, from this spring
Drink deep , drink deep.