Time waits for
no man..So
go forth the
daughters of Sam
Enter into the
void of self-
employed demand
Spinning 'round
this time the
underappreciated
clown does
remark..that
the plan of
remorse,was
genuinely desguised
and remarked of
ill-recourse
The mission of
faith, mercy
and hope..
Was to be for
you and me
A designate
and infiltrate
of sweet
Sunshine and
redemptive
morning glory
Only to be
followed by
a Guilded
tomorrow..
The maiden's voyage
Was cast and
bequeathed
To a madman's
Gentle and everso
touch and go ways
For aren't we all
just a bit over
the top and
All the more
estranged from
our own gallery
of thought,
To bring us
'round the bend
And into a mental
Parking Lot..
Careful not to
leave your mind
here..for you
could get towed
away..that's quite
a bit like throwing
away the key..
Nevermore to see
The straight world
of so called
reality..Keep
turning the pages
Look between the lines
All hallucinators just took
the elevators..
And reached the 13th floor
and left you all behind..