Absent Minded
Ode to be what it must have been and will be
It's been a magical journey
transcending
through time
it's been an astounding past time
dancing with
the ages of your mind
praying next to the saints
but im not amused
more cinfused
to the thoughts you never express
the things you leave alone
the memories you never touch upon
the putrid upon a petal
the sweet salt in a kiss goodbye
the poison in your eye of such a sweet apple
its been massochistic
my love
a form of misinformed hyperplasia
but now its all over
and youve been found out
youre hiding behind fragments
soo deep soo pure
soo worthy of the masses
soo broad and proud
intricate
without the mastery of subtlety
it's been a meaningless mess
parading around the obvious
not making mounds of nonsense
while you bask in metaphor you havent perfected
twisting the imagery
to display your hearts innocence
i see through
and in the end im wondering
am i trapped without
or just inside?
I've been burning priveledges
hiding in the thorns
dodging those dances
wanting to come out and join
the massochism of reality
but im far too busy
bein bewildered
by abusing the mind
for a science fair project
the whispers in the wind
call your name
on the way
to build your stairway
to attack some heaven
I hear it too
but you say nothing
back to the devil
and await the angels rescue
Fear not the humbling soul
just pay the tithe
build my castle
build the gates
and i'll keep you out
I see it too
and you gain nothing
by the previous example
The orb of light from above
brings life forth from the
green giant of lakes
together they rule the univers man has created
and the smokestacks raindown
tomorrow
and we are all
washed away
transcending
through time
it's been an astounding past time
dancing with
the ages of your mind
praying next to the saints
but im not amused
more cinfused
to the thoughts you never express
the things you leave alone
the memories you never touch upon
the putrid upon a petal
the sweet salt in a kiss goodbye
the poison in your eye of such a sweet apple
its been massochistic
my love
a form of misinformed hyperplasia
but now its all over
and youve been found out
youre hiding behind fragments
soo deep soo pure
soo worthy of the masses
soo broad and proud
intricate
without the mastery of subtlety
it's been a meaningless mess
parading around the obvious
not making mounds of nonsense
while you bask in metaphor you havent perfected
twisting the imagery
to display your hearts innocence
i see through
and in the end im wondering
am i trapped without
or just inside?
I've been burning priveledges
hiding in the thorns
dodging those dances
wanting to come out and join
the massochism of reality
but im far too busy
bein bewildered
by abusing the mind
for a science fair project
the whispers in the wind
call your name
on the way
to build your stairway
to attack some heaven
I hear it too
but you say nothing
back to the devil
and await the angels rescue
Fear not the humbling soul
just pay the tithe
build my castle
build the gates
and i'll keep you out
I see it too
and you gain nothing
by the previous example
The orb of light from above
brings life forth from the
green giant of lakes
together they rule the univers man has created
and the smokestacks raindown
tomorrow
and we are all
washed away
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Ode to be what it must have been and will be
Ode to be what it must have been and will be