I'll bury letters in the ground to let them rest in pieces
They'll decompose before the world finds their meaning
Their remnants shall intertwine with the seedlings of tomorrow
And take healthy root to sprout the beginning of the illusion

It will grow and grow and reach to kiss the sky
It just exists ignorantly free of the magnitude of why
No questions asked as time will pass, a ripple in a dream
Blink twice and the dust settles riddled and pristinely clean

All is flux and our celestial sphere is making the rounds
Words seem mundane under the magnifying glass
Archaic masochisms of our mind to help try and cope
Notions shall invade to question the cyclically divine

What's the rush? We're all on the same spinning vessel
Chase your tails in the Almighty dog and pony show
Enlightenment pins the Donkey's smile on the nail
As the hammer brings down the cataclysmic blow