I walk down the street trying to analyze what I see Two trees in the shadow connected by a power line A duplex, abandoned, dark and silent Simple objects that line my path and hold some story Some deeper truth ready to be unraveled I try to decipher this meaning To look passed the tangible exterior Beyond the cells and through the atoms For some soul or sentence Some lost ghost ready to tell a tale But I canβt The story is muffled and the meaning is lost Through the trees, beyond the worn down duplex I see only more darkness My senses have been dulled Overshadowed by a vermin A sinister parasite consuming the world around me The imagination piranhas Callous and cold creatures They linger in the darkness and drift through the air Like a cancer they grow, feeding upon the beauty of the world Made of mortar and brick that house our civilization They dwell in the steel and noxious fumes of industrial growth Polluting ears with their diesel engine roar Corrupting the space between nature and thought The imagination piranhas Dominating the atmosphere Hindering analysis of the universe With bright lights that blind the story in the darkness Their shouts and electronic noise drown out the true song A quiet song The imagination piranhasβ¦