Occam's razor couldn't shave away the mysteries that plague me
Golden cattle and obscene idols mock and hate me
"Sacrilege!" they cry, in pits deeper than the minds eye,
"Nevermind the brain blindness that's taken to the sky"
They shrieked in vain, nasty little things, as they got swept away
There appeared a greater threat, a proverbial hurricane
With it though, a clarity, so clearly I saw through rain
Opened now forever more, I try to close in vain
The past met the future but fought like alley cats
Scrapping like iron or glass, I don't see either lasting
A gift though! A present, the presence of the present
Almighty peacemaker took care of it and sent them packing
Now he sizes me up and finds me lacking
Great ham hocks for fists connect with my skull with a "thud"
And as I fell to the floor I thought "damn, he got me good"
It was Tuesday by the time I awoke, to the sound of a train
Took me fifteen whole seconds to walk down memory lane
Once I got there I remembered my wallet, oh well
Can't buy happiness or watchamacallit, even from hell
No one told the old man in the banana costume dancing gleefully
Empty pockets and mind, but a full belly
It was at this time I remembered the messagei had found it 100ft up on an old broken bridge
"SEEK THE TREE" it said, much to my confusion
I turned my head more than enough to cause contusions
I was tired at this point, of the lies and delusions
And took it up on my self to lose them
Shaking them off like a wet dog was more satisfying than sex
That curious part of my brain, however, screamed "what's next!?"
