The theater was silent The stage was set A thousand eyes examining its slightest tremble Made it seem like glowing with anticipation
In a circle all around the stage they sit Under the starlit sky A beautiful summer night carries them to a land of dreams As the actors appear and the play begins
They are moving forward, coming from the south and facing towards the north In slow motion they crawl On their hands and their feet and the movement of them all Seems like the wind trying to move a stone
If this is passive, very well, I'll go on the offensive No girls breaking hearts here, promise I'm not putting nothing straight anywhere But I implore you, parasite, hear The lecture has begun, sit down and shut up
I buy my metaphors At the well of the muse herself And unlike yours Mine do not rot on a dry, untouched shelf For my heart beats out a song that moves her My metaphors are her gift for my song, that's how I get them, Sir
What have you ever done but haunted others? So pompously, I laugh, cause yours is not one...