The clouds swirled like 2 battling wizards
The wind was the conductor, the strings were the crickets
The earth is a concert if you really learn to listen
He saw omens in the clovers and the lizards
He walked through the desert for more than 40 days
He learned from mirages how illusions betray
He saw monsters in the darkness and he chased em away
The mind moves the sword and thе sword obey
Sometimes wе see the way sometimes we're stuck in a maze
Some use a map and some just pray
Sometimes I feel like an actor stuck in a play
Is death a curtain call where we get bouquets?
Trap door in the stage and I'm sliding to hell
I use my pen as an axe I got a story to tell
Making shapes in the sand I'm chanting cymatics
Frequency 432 the healings automatic
Lotus tea aromatic I decipher the static
Stress post traumatic the host is in my attic
Dose in the shell my medicine ginger radish
I see ghosts from hell swimming up from Atlantis
Breathing asthmatic, slow like Denver traffic
Ideas sporadic I exhale microplastics
Negative thoughts on my last nerve like sciatic
Magic mathematics I divide em like quadratic
Don't question my philosophy this isn't Socratic
I spit hemlock erratic the truth is very tragic
He saw his body on a pyre adorned with roses
Eyes wide open looking like 2 explosions
His past life closed when his new eyes opened
The old man said that we all cry ocean
Everything's impermanent, wrinkles and erosion
A heart can't heal until it knows that it's broken
He had 2 fossils that he held like tokens
He asked can you translate the language of omens?
He said all you need to do is listen and notice
The past is always present everything is this moment