The loyalty stays with the competing sayings
I'm just starting to understand, what philosophy
My familial interstitial numbers rely on, it's just me and you
In the Solar System, in the middle of the serried
Streets that appear like dark stories, and wind like
Plot twists, and criminal cocktails from the bars
My mind is like a capitalist bazaar, bebop, and hip hop
And all the influences that roll with labels
Like fuzzy trees colored green, in the dark red cherubs
Iridescent canopies, and terse destiny that diverges like people
Having differences in the lost forest, people I warn you
Lose themselves, better to give another chance and let them start
Again with the introductions and the complimentary announcements
A wanted man could only follow these fuliginous forests
Only a wanted man could live up to these standards of being an elf
A gnome could talk you in the languages of the dark ages of the bright sages
Sagacious beams of wisdom, and the cornucopia of common ground
Second coming's here, it might erode with dust and ashes
Carving a giant tree is unleashing the chameleon's colors
As the forest dies, the snow stays, and you have a white chameleon
Unique like a snowflake