"What are you doing here”?
Nothing but the rants of a mad man 
No backing to them
But that which is seen in dreams
We must plug our ears and shield our eyes before our minds
Are too corrupted 
By his speech for nothing good can come of a man who buys
His bread with air and feeds his children flowers dripping
With the dew while they are dreaming of honey so turn your
Head away before your captured in his eye that sparkle of a
Place we can never achieve stick to what we know one foot
After the other the common pace of gravel roads traveling
The path everyone knows eyes fallen to the ground  the
Chattering silence will lead us safely to a place that
Promise nothing but an empty bed. But that is all we need
Because we are trusting in the ones who have made it 



(forgive me for how terrid this is i'm in china and dont
have any way to edit this and just wanted to post something
before i got home )