It’s nothing but rumor, conjecture you see
We can’t get away from the fallacy pending
Tiny packets of thoughts written down
Means nothing need bring us right back here again

We'll just have to settle for a handful of prose
Some small reminders of where we have been
I compose this verse in a tiny place
Forward into the space I create

Can’t get away from this handsome groove
Bent on reflections of the over-absurd
Can you see it or did you miss it?
There is no fault if you did or didn’t

Caught in a war with your own intuition
Lost in the hall with too many doors
Trembling trombones might rattle your bones
But the finch sings its tune under a waning moon

If you pay 15 cents for a sup of some wine
The time will be ripe to look deep inside
The moment threads time through the fabric of space
We’re here to get caught in this frantic race

Believe if you need it or ramble on by
Don’t let it stop you from a breaking away
Make it your moment and surrender your soul
To the mighty journey that can make you whole