Absent Minded
Returning to the secret Garden of statues in the future
They go to the Garden now
like dominoes
having it figured out in time
to lead me to see fate and destiny
each statue with meaning
they go from place to place
like a spell unto me
am i dreaming such beautifull things?
did no mabus ever see such destiny?
Did they cry for the way mankind cares for the past?
and the way the past cared for the future?
There they are in a solid color
There they are following one another in the perfect order
from the next century unlocking the secrets of their future presently
for me to decipher
there they go
speaking it silently as i watch them go
there they lead me back and forth
from one logical metaphorical stone to the next
down the wrong path
to the next
and the next generation passes by
and the generation that follows
shows me something that needs to be put back
Here you go prophet
look for the metaphorical garden
the past and the futeure can dance till we find another way
the statues and the metaphorical stone
the colors
the dance
the sway
the tower fell and now we have a garde with forests and wells
tell me prophet tell me prophet
what are they telling you now
some out to decieve you like they are time travelling
some look as though theyy are from the past
some from the future
some from the present
tell me prophet as they lead you from stone to stone in the garden
your puzzle no longer theirs
is it fair now
can you communicate with the future
put the language of babel back together
rewrite another chapter
of this untold unfinished legacy of unfair hippocracy of legacies and kings and queens
In this garden on that path they buried the thirteenth key
and on the throne where he sits a mark a chip a nnote a rune
oh prophet can you see it
such secrets
in this garden this garden of my dreams
and in this safe where this note is locked up to be
safely in the middle
what does it mean
what does it mean to be
the man in the midle
in the dark
under the stars can you see them
with their flashlights
and who was burried there
whose ashes were thrown amongst them
who came and who left
dear prophet dear geniuses
dont you get it
we're clearly confused
we never leave we never have
in this garden
among the statues and wishing
wells where you expand the possibilities and spiral out with warnings
dont turn out the light and make it a seal of fate or a trap
mark the exits of the maze of the safe guarded secrets
and know in time the thirteen clocks
in the maze odf the mansion
will come circling back
like dominoes
having it figured out in time
to lead me to see fate and destiny
each statue with meaning
they go from place to place
like a spell unto me
am i dreaming such beautifull things?
did no mabus ever see such destiny?
Did they cry for the way mankind cares for the past?
and the way the past cared for the future?
There they are in a solid color
There they are following one another in the perfect order
from the next century unlocking the secrets of their future presently
for me to decipher
there they go
speaking it silently as i watch them go
there they lead me back and forth
from one logical metaphorical stone to the next
down the wrong path
to the next
and the next generation passes by
and the generation that follows
shows me something that needs to be put back
Here you go prophet
look for the metaphorical garden
the past and the futeure can dance till we find another way
the statues and the metaphorical stone
the colors
the dance
the sway
the tower fell and now we have a garde with forests and wells
tell me prophet tell me prophet
what are they telling you now
some out to decieve you like they are time travelling
some look as though theyy are from the past
some from the future
some from the present
tell me prophet as they lead you from stone to stone in the garden
your puzzle no longer theirs
is it fair now
can you communicate with the future
put the language of babel back together
rewrite another chapter
of this untold unfinished legacy of unfair hippocracy of legacies and kings and queens
In this garden on that path they buried the thirteenth key
and on the throne where he sits a mark a chip a nnote a rune
oh prophet can you see it
such secrets
in this garden this garden of my dreams
and in this safe where this note is locked up to be
safely in the middle
what does it mean
what does it mean to be
the man in the midle
in the dark
under the stars can you see them
with their flashlights
and who was burried there
whose ashes were thrown amongst them
who came and who left
dear prophet dear geniuses
dont you get it
we're clearly confused
we never leave we never have
in this garden
among the statues and wishing
wells where you expand the possibilities and spiral out with warnings
dont turn out the light and make it a seal of fate or a trap
mark the exits of the maze of the safe guarded secrets
and know in time the thirteen clocks
in the maze odf the mansion
will come circling back
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Returning to the secret Garden of statues in the future
Returning to the secret Garden of statues in the future
