Laughing out my window
Two maidens do pass on by
Not knowing the thoughts
Harbored within' my mind
And as their noisy chatter
Is swallowed by the night
I do seek my cosmic truths
By my burning candle light
I can hear the rustling wind
Blowing at my wooden door
Coming in through the space
That is right above the floor
It will never ever reveal the
Stories that it has has heard
Bout the cosmic windy cycle
That never will cease to turn
And there is nothing to say
That hasn't been said before
But maybe upon some lucky
Day I' find wat I do look for
I'll discover that hidden door
Down hall way of no return
Approaching I'll turn the ***
And will face the endless void
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 6:30 PM UTC
Laughing out my window
Two maidens do pass on by
Not knowing the thoughts
Harbored within' my mind
And as their noisy chatter
Is swallowed by the night
I do seek my cosmic truths
By my burning candle light
I can hear the rustling wind
Blowing at my wooden door
Coming in through the space
That is right above the floor
It will never ever reveal the
Stories that it has has heard
Bout the cosmic windy cycle
That never will cease to turn
And there is nothing to say
That hasn't been said before
But maybe upon some lucky
Day I' find wat I do look for
I'll discover that hidden door
Down hall way of no return
Approaching I'll turn the ***
And will face the endless void