Knock Knock

Some let waves crash upon the sure
Some crave knowledge of what they already know
Some still drink at water holes to be as pure
As we can make of it
You know, the water metaphor
Not to be mixed
An I forgets
Nixed
Going forward with no regrets
And all bets are off
When push comes to shove
My heart is filled with love
Where did you go people?

Into the insane
Another probe
Of some mind game
Slow and steady
Along long Memory Lane