I condemn what has been left
unturned to the naked eye
in matters that matter
but I lie when I say
that I am fine
at least half the time
beneath this sorry `ol surface
lies a chamber
a chamber of lies
that someone needs to get a hold of
and penetrate
to spread the word
all over town
and that person
is definitely not me
I myself, am the beans
that soon will be spilled
I can smell it in the air
even though I am not even there
the hands of tomorrow
my hands of forever
will take care of time
the world as we know it
won´t be the same again
how soon is now
may be a question
you`d be given to ask yourself
just about now
if there was enough time around
to listen
and that´s what people equipped with ears
should find themselves do more often
I know this late at night
we all agree upon that one
even oceans of tears end up us rain
to feed the next flower
in growing pains
but still growing
looking for a sky
that nature always seems aware of
and always seem to reach
in spite of what we humans
always seem to mess up
