On this train
Will it always rain?
Try to analyze
This led venture
Songless sky, digital bug-eye
Octagonal seams so much clearer
To provide me with
Something better
This world is droll
All that I know
The Unknown knows
Talk to me you flying shadows
Wandering into the ozone stew
Keep your myths from the embryos
Who would misconstrue
Anything new
An outright official fiasco
Can you shiled me
From the drastic truth
How dull the flow
All that I hope
The Unknown knows
That I am in their league
Back down to reality
Look about, response is wanting
Events are carefully on display
But mystic mistakes are never made
Suspecting premature daydreams
I surrender to ritual grey
Endless approach
I must be close
The Unknown knows
Stop, wait
I wish I knew the one who knows
With tomorrow's sun
And merry-go-round
Stuck on muddy ground
Nineteen yelping fools
Half-wits spouting drool
Half of which have some
The others have none
I knew all along
