Turning a wrench on reason

 
Fools will talk down to their own profound
As with unequal thought the sorcery bring
Watching our heaven open with the sound
The inner song the mental chorus will sing

We must not contemplate their fake time lie
A chiming false clock fairy tale' grandfather
So our consciousness moves as soul's ride
Earth turn an old year but time moves never

Making this fresh picture upon an old slate
Showing their baby face to the dusty mirror
Walkin' sunshine finds your darkened place
Whisper the baby rhyme as you fade hither

Ancient hour chime that never clicks a slot
Nor do we sense a coming moments pass
Pseudo time as we were told has past not
If forever happening the futures made last

As all dimensions fly out winding wrought
Via different angles into a singular source
Making angels expanding in one's thought
And create outer mystic sounds to rejoice