Upon this journey that we labor,
With sacrifices done.
Can we afford to stop and languish,
Satisfied some battles fought have been won?
What is report?
Report is established,
Seduction to manipulate
You must be channeling a fool,
If you expect I should converse with one.
There is nothing 'upstairs' in your head,
If you think your masquerade is fun!
Why are you riding,
My back like a flea?
The only thing missing,
Is a harnessed saddle secured on me.
Imus tells you...
Ignorance is not bliss.
Imus says to you now,
Some stench has got to quit.
I must show no love has been lost.
I must conceal a fragmented heart.
And at all cost!
Sprung into Spring,
With Fireflys remembered
And mosquitos kept at bay
By scented charcoal mists.
Cool with life and free of superstitions,
Four leaf clovers, rabbit feet...
And free flights of fancy.
They are not poor.
They are triumphant in re-enacting 'lack'!
They are not ignorant.
They have chosen to stay away from knowledge.
This is tragic.
Although he claims to choose this existence.
Quick smiles he'll deliver with a slow burning charm.