let me tell you a
secret
if you’ll listen
closely
wash your hair
take off your
clothes
and take a break from
staring out the window
there’s a map
and a place
at the end of a
road
it’s only
circumstantial
if you do find perpetual
flowers
and greener fields
start now
or later
it’s your choice
it’s your journey
to recognize
everything you used to know
they can’t help it
people that huddle
and whisper
huddle and whisper
trying so hard to
be
trying so hard
to know
know what they can’t
know
because there’s nothing
to know
there
I lied
I have no secret.
And there is no
road
No map
Only made up
it’s your journey
you have to
recognize
it’s only
everything you used to know.
