disturbed on a journey in the mind
the thoughts on the streets are literally void
what can exist cannot now be undone
no one seems to care whether i can unwind
whispers on the street get louder
sounds like a troubled boy out there
where the corners of the map are fetching
and tears in the paper note a false start
at the otherside of darkness is the heart i should be touching
in my way are Kings, Queens, Commoners and Tarts!
i say to you my mind is in an altered state
the colors are varied but the meanings stay the same
cold feet in arid land hence a stockholm syndrome
i promise these are fetishes that are not worth catching
if i can help it i mean to find A true answer
the words of past prophets still ring clear
happiness is to be found in the woman i hold dear
when i have my answer i shall pay Plato homage
will it be true that 'virtue is knowledge'
