I haven’t seen a wonder for a while
I’ve seen a fun-der
And a sun-der
But nothing’s rocked my soul
In the dream fogged night
Nothing’s made me breath thanks
To the may-be god
For the glory of enlightenment.
.
Glory, glory
I need to know that something is worth the daily grime
I need to feel transported beyond the limits of my finite skull
By the potential of imagination
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Glory, glory
What may be
On a new summer’s day
When the world is a plum ripe for plucking
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