28 April 2005

[warning-bell]
i'll tell you what i think
if my thoughts can blow away
disappear like a dream each morning
part the clouds to show me
BLUE SKIES!!!
an open mind shall kindly show
the Way.
i'll show you the world as i see it
everything, the up's & down's
the river valley's and the rocky peak's
all the color's & all the shade's
the road thats mine i kindly call
the Way
...
...now that the warning bell didn't
warn you. i am a verbal deviant.
uttering useless, non-descript statements
describe, in detail, my own true madness.
as to blind you as to what i meant
and hide away my Real Big Secret...
the years have kindly kept it...
the road could not but help it...
feign i'm narcaleptic...
washed in antiseptic...
all i have left is
this.