I wanna make something beautiful
Though I'm sitting in a fire bowl
But I know art's made so memorable
When it's made inside in a crucible
And I'm spitting like a thunderbolt
'Cause I'm bright with a noise understood by the sage and dolt
Feel that jolt
Hold your horse if you know my way
If you don't better learn and pray
'Cause truth I say
And I do not play
'Cause I found the source
Where the ken's conveyed
I eat my meat for the casein
If you can't see my path
Better get some Visine
Baking all my food and I don't got the leaven
But, all the yummy bread just keeps on rising
Got my pen, only friend that I need in the midst of the cold, bitter wind
Got some snacks, for the sake of the journey and the ghosts' and the ghouls' attacks
Signs portend, but I truly got to push for the purpose and I can't pretend
Spit some facts, then I go glean some more so I walk on sharpened tacks
Rorschach, I'm seeing the meanings in all of the inkblots
You didn't have foresight
You're feeling like something's not rubbing you right
About my ascent
You're starting to resent
Well, please consider me Jacob
Robbing you of your birthright
Take my bowl of stew as a present
I don't push for the sake of the pretty girl
I push for the chance to deny her
I don't drink for the sake of the vertigo
But I think it adds to fire
If you saw the kinds of serpents in my garden
You would see how mongoose appears a viable pardon
Roam
I'm like a pigeon on a mission finding home
But where that is I don't want you to just assume
I met the Piper in the paunch of burning day
And he told me what the Reaper had to say
"I know that your sandcastle
Will fade, by sea, away
Never really understood the hustle
I'll bury you anyway"
"Not building a sandcastle
I'm building a harbor
Why don't you take a look at piers
Open your ears and then loosen your collar"
Then the Piper chimed in
And said to mind my tongue
He said to harken to the words
Afore had been sung
"You're speaking from below
To a place of a higher vantage
Inhabited by some ancient entities whose every word is vintage
We're the silent characters sent to discourage Goldilocks from eating the porridge
Without paying the mortgage
And she didn't listen either
And I can guarantee that every bear won't be as tame
We've seen so many frogs die oblivious 'bove flame
You say you've so different and that you drink from fountain permanence
But frogs on frying pan had the same claim"
"Okay
You'll have to mind my temperament
I've never really been one that could be classified as reverent
I guess by now that's evident
But rest assured I pay the rent
Inside the building
Whose tenants consist of those up-and-coming
I feel it running
All of the sweat or am I bleeding
Fame isn't really appealing
But I pray that my work isn't fleeting
You see the seed
And, I see the sycamore
You see the sapling
I see a little more
I know coal it takes to get to light at end of tunnel
Can't predict the tornado if you can't see the cloud that funnels
I don't put my pen down, even if the sacrifice is dear
Like case of artist only popping up after finishing finals"
"I must say, son, you come off vivacious
Perchance you will discover what's inside the gilded cup
But for our, fun, we want you to be conscious
That while you may find it, know forsooth, your lips will never sup
You see, I deal with the weeder and the spade
I'm the one they send to make sure flower's bed is made
You may find me in your dreams or see me in your waking hours
Either way both brave and cowards saw me when their cards were played
You don't think I know what seeds will soon become a sycamore
Don't you know I see the carcasses before there is a war
Let me tell you this
I'm the one who is
When you want to know who's keeping score
But I'll stand by the fact that I am intrigued
By the way that your pen and tongue explore"
Holstered my pad and pencil
Then I went back home
Picked the flower from thistle
Through fate's mane I comb