jonesy
A Wicked Kendragon
Nothing is as nothing was,
everything keeps changing thus,
is this what we do all day,
throwing arguments astray,
I am but a piece of you,
you are just a piece of we,
everything goes round and round,
I am all the things unbound,
look inside my brain and weep,
at the things you'll never need,
marvelous and frivolous,
crazy, sane, and off the wall,
but is that really what it is,
maybe all you see is mist,
shrouded in a veil just forged,
to keep you getting secrets forth,
unraveling the great foray,
of what it really does pertain,
this is me and that is you,
let us just do what we do.
everything keeps changing thus,
is this what we do all day,
throwing arguments astray,
I am but a piece of you,
you are just a piece of we,
everything goes round and round,
I am all the things unbound,
look inside my brain and weep,
at the things you'll never need,
marvelous and frivolous,
crazy, sane, and off the wall,
but is that really what it is,
maybe all you see is mist,
shrouded in a veil just forged,
to keep you getting secrets forth,
unraveling the great foray,
of what it really does pertain,
this is me and that is you,
let us just do what we do.