Gestalt of Original Pain

It's hard to maintain
 A simple thought through the day
 Every voice its own planet
 And my mind tends to gravitate
 I am pushed I am pulled into every which way
 Oh life is the great
 Is the great
 Is the greatest
 Strain
 I was sleeping fitfully
 Troubled by a disjointed dream
 One in which my past was a house
 All my failure were books to read
 I awoke to my cellphone convulsing
 Your name across the crystal screen
 Oh life does the strange
 Does the strange
 Does the strangest things
 You were sounding okay
 Mistaken for the clinically insane
 Saying a man down in Texas
 Was just waiting to communicate
 That I ought to open my mind to his wisdom
 And let it radiate
 Oh let it wash over me
 Let it sing
 Let it say
 Give yourself a million years to wake up in the morning
 And give yourself a million more then if you're still tired
 There is nothing
 There is nothing
 There is nothing but time
 We are not sick you and I
 Don't you listen to lies
 It's hard to explain
 But all the forms are contained
 When you scratch out the faces and names
 In your memory
 Close your eyes against the light
 Still the pattern remains
 It remains in its place
 Like an obstinate stain
 Gestalt of original pain