Absent Minded
The Fool and the Shadows
born into this
the eternal child
walks along the valley
by the valley of death
the shadows call to him
but he is deaf to their calls
he is blind to the ways of the wise
through turning hands he will learn
through the amazing graces
he will find the educational keys
and open the doors to the spirit
through the cold grasp of fate
upon his neck he is pushed forward
the sky changes colors
greedy for the seasons
and logic has an order
as every year we play the same characters
repeating the same curse up-to the gods of chaos
who are not amused
our inner child roams the valley of innocence
and wears the mask of the emerald empires before his third eye
so that nothing but the paradox of desire can deceive him
the sun sets
the beetles and vipers crawl through the desert fires
throughout his heart he feels the hole
and now he knows
there is nothing he must face alone
for he is not without a heart or a soul
but before long
the muse will steal his heart and
wicked lessons from beyond the grave
of guilty parties will teach him treacherous treasonous
delightful lessons
and the puzzle he holds in his hands writes itself
the riddles he make sup in his mind weave the fabric of time
but for now he keeps on guessing
the stars dream of him
and predict his dreams
his thoughts are an arrangement of a world
where there are a million
sunbeams
and a hundred and two inferior
childlike fakes
wearing the same face
he walks by the valley of shadows
they reach out to him
they crawl out of the darkness
and they sing beautiful prose
they reach into him
they tell him future mysteries
they preach to him of previous happening
of which no one could possibly ever know
this is the truth upon the transistors tail
this is the flame of the harnessing snails
this is the inner fool reaching out through metaphor and prose
this is the life we all deny but inside we know
this is the blessing we hand to ourselves
down poison they sing
blasphemy upon sacrifice of your future dreams
and all this madness spreads thin upon his heart
and his soul tears from the seven knots of the strings of discord
streaming war wounds from previous endeavors
where are we now
running away from ourselves
a fresh start a new beginning
doing it over
selling ourselves short
scientifically researching the darkness
and the powers of the valley of the shadows
kneeling before their lessons deafening our wisdom within
masking our reason for their own
their secrets gently soak in and change our creations
throw it all away
walk away throw a stone kill in the name of die another day
ashamed and deprived
we are all fools on this journey
teetering on the edge to the valley of shadows
listening to whispers
caving in to logical treason inside of addiction and greed
but we stay young and inside forever masked
with beauty of not knowing this secret of reality
now the door is torn open
your third eye is open
your inner voice is speaking your left with no soul untying the strings to flow with harmony of past lives lived and karma of learning something it has felt before
no no no
this is not the way
love is not the poison
hate is not the treasure inside your brain that answers the memory of ages
bring yourself around to the inner you to what makes you you
send yourself away from these fires
brave the cold and see the smoke signals
be brave
and be prepared to find the next wonder
the next nightmare
and look for your new oracle
the book of time
the chapter of history
the fools all wrote
that wrote itself
the eternal child
walks along the valley
by the valley of death
the shadows call to him
but he is deaf to their calls
he is blind to the ways of the wise
through turning hands he will learn
through the amazing graces
he will find the educational keys
and open the doors to the spirit
through the cold grasp of fate
upon his neck he is pushed forward
the sky changes colors
greedy for the seasons
and logic has an order
as every year we play the same characters
repeating the same curse up-to the gods of chaos
who are not amused
our inner child roams the valley of innocence
and wears the mask of the emerald empires before his third eye
so that nothing but the paradox of desire can deceive him
the sun sets
the beetles and vipers crawl through the desert fires
throughout his heart he feels the hole
and now he knows
there is nothing he must face alone
for he is not without a heart or a soul
but before long
the muse will steal his heart and
wicked lessons from beyond the grave
of guilty parties will teach him treacherous treasonous
delightful lessons
and the puzzle he holds in his hands writes itself
the riddles he make sup in his mind weave the fabric of time
but for now he keeps on guessing
the stars dream of him
and predict his dreams
his thoughts are an arrangement of a world
where there are a million
sunbeams
and a hundred and two inferior
childlike fakes
wearing the same face
he walks by the valley of shadows
they reach out to him
they crawl out of the darkness
and they sing beautiful prose
they reach into him
they tell him future mysteries
they preach to him of previous happening
of which no one could possibly ever know
this is the truth upon the transistors tail
this is the flame of the harnessing snails
this is the inner fool reaching out through metaphor and prose
this is the life we all deny but inside we know
this is the blessing we hand to ourselves
down poison they sing
blasphemy upon sacrifice of your future dreams
and all this madness spreads thin upon his heart
and his soul tears from the seven knots of the strings of discord
streaming war wounds from previous endeavors
where are we now
running away from ourselves
a fresh start a new beginning
doing it over
selling ourselves short
scientifically researching the darkness
and the powers of the valley of the shadows
kneeling before their lessons deafening our wisdom within
masking our reason for their own
their secrets gently soak in and change our creations
throw it all away
walk away throw a stone kill in the name of die another day
ashamed and deprived
we are all fools on this journey
teetering on the edge to the valley of shadows
listening to whispers
caving in to logical treason inside of addiction and greed
but we stay young and inside forever masked
with beauty of not knowing this secret of reality
now the door is torn open
your third eye is open
your inner voice is speaking your left with no soul untying the strings to flow with harmony of past lives lived and karma of learning something it has felt before
no no no
this is not the way
love is not the poison
hate is not the treasure inside your brain that answers the memory of ages
bring yourself around to the inner you to what makes you you
send yourself away from these fires
brave the cold and see the smoke signals
be brave
and be prepared to find the next wonder
the next nightmare
and look for your new oracle
the book of time
the chapter of history
the fools all wrote
that wrote itself
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The Fool and the Shadows
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