In India-Scraping the Dirt Off

The personality dissolves and fear arises in its due course
The life has only been known through this: I am like this, like this, like this.

And when that vanishes in time, how else can one feel defined?
And so the search for truth slowly ignites, support's required on these lonesome plights.

In sickness, health, in hell and after, the search for joy and life's been unaltered
Except for fleeting moments of true joy, life seems to flow on its own accord.

Once personality dissolves, you stand there naked without a course.
You might feel small, or dead, or mad, like your pedestal's been knocked down fast.

Which way to go, which way to turn, the eyes can't offer a due course.
You stand, or lie, or sit on rocks and wait for a truck to pick you up
And take you somewhere worth while being
Because there's nothing left to fear
Except the fear that lives inside
The broken heart and confused mind.