And while the world was wasting away
I came to you with things to say
I exclaimed dignity while you tried to assuage
When the world started breaking it was hard to defame
Truths of love, love of fools, ambassadors with foreign tools
Elementary mystic reality
trivial iconic complexity
all while the mechinism turns
our skies, when did they turn mottled?
our truth, when did it come bottled?