starin
at these walls
seeing how time runs laps
like a dov and a lion 
                were tryin to fill the
        gaps                              and i haps
to feel lonely, merely seconds 
                                             late 
i think i shd ask smone so i
                                        hesitate
here at the pawnshop and i meet
       a fawn
she says
"i aint got much,
but i got something
        yr on."
i think it cn b more than this-
        than just a fleeting kiss
so i shoot my cupid arrow
   but i          always
                    always
                                    miss...
so
i mosey, like a posey
         chillin by the road
is one who aint got gold, in most ways
              she did as told, 
was sold
           on all the lies
of those whose eyes
were blind
    they couldnt find her
    she stood nd
                  slowly
              found her mind...
it took the pain and rain
     till she cd see clearly
                           aims
of humanity thats been seekin fr
                           gains
                  in the pains
           of their sisters and brothers and mothers
-and fein
that it aint them; so will 
they have to learn again?
then

i find myself next
        to a man
       w/ a plan
who is holding onto maps
and is mapping out his stand...
hoping that a grand
        can withstand        and the sand
                     is as many
                    as the signs
                     in the lines
of his hand...
     and a band
may soon follow
                  this promise he holds near
to escape thru this dungeon
                       by conquering our fear
but lookin
at this mirror
i know its much too late
to   understand or abate
a present tense
             we treat as fate...

           wandering
thru these halls the calls
                      they falls
                             gently
and echo off these 
                  supposed
walls that we cant see... 
so as yr
        movin, thru the 
   labrynth, remember dont b led
to place yr faith 
in the sword and force
                   opposed
dread.
yr head
        may find the answer
            if   u
          can be a sieve,
cuz in the dungeon only pre
conceptions
              are de
ceptive
              for de
ban is           de
flective
        our eyesee 
                    the
                     re
flected
        things aint always as they seem
               in this labrynth that 
                           we
live...