The black pond
What lies beneath your flaws?
Your lies or your laws?
And what is your lie?
Is it everything that you try?
And what is your law?
The things that you tried and saw.
Then is there any way to go,
And hide from these lies and laws?
‘Cause they aren’t the virtue, they are my foe,
And they stab me with the blades and reap me with their claws.
Now that I lie beneath these big blue coat,
And rest my back on these green things that float.
On these pond of the truth and the moss,
But it isn’t a pond but a flood of the laws.
The moss aren’t the laws
And the blue coat isn’t the lies
The green floating things: moss,
And the blue coat : where the bird flies.
Then go back in time
Of the sky and the moss,
And float all those things:
Your lies and your laws.
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