Predormitum (Prologue) - CunninLynguists

I had a funny dream the other night

I was floating in a cloud

I am floating happy not knowing nautical course

Tie a wristwatch in slipknots and dock at my porch

Time is of no essence, the presence becomes presents

Peasants become pheasants and soar past acceptance

Current currencies worthless, fodder for feeding purses

With iron clad words I solder together verses

I’m trippin like I’m eatin' the fungi

Leaving me cornered like the puss that crusts in ones eye

Listen

There’s no light, just never ending night

And the weather’s like a hurricane when land is in its sight

The sand within my hourglass could vanish any moment

And I’m trying to read the signs within the symbols and the omens

From the motions of the sea, to the color of the dark

This ocean of my dreams was more than cover for the sharks

Recovering these parts is like discovering my art

I wonder as I wander through my heart

Cus it starts a dream defferred

A clipped wing on a white dove

Seems absurd, a smudge on a white glove

Not seen nor heard like screams from the night’s lungs

Cling to words so much that you won’t budge

Fiends in herds who yearn for the white crumbs

Getting high like the city sky when it lights up

Thats what the night does

It hits your mind with the right stuff

To keep you blind with a slight buzz

The mind is like a puzzle that could never be completed

We scuffle through it’s pieces, strugglin for peace it’s

Hard for us to sleep and even harder to awake

The image in my mirror’s gettin harder to relate

I see me harbouring my hate and bartering with grace

But I couldn’t be farther from my faith, or my face

Through this waste of my mind, may I find direction

I’m a waste of my time if I don’t find it’s lessons

So all welcome to this generous helping of self reflection

Night thoughts brought to life with incandescence

As the world twirls on the tip of our index

Staring into space one’s vision is endless

But glaring at the ground you can see where the end is

So just close pupils and be pupils and listen

The headset’s your desk the test is what’s missin

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