Rotten teeth Swallen lips They dare to say What the mind don't speak Broken voice Shattered ego Headless chicken Muzungu is here Constant need To repair a soul Live driving split Of brain and gut Red leather seats Lights are off She has the license A bucket filled with blood What was once fact Is now illusion Don't fall into confusion Embrace the doubt Sudden flash Crying for help The thirst of wisdom Is paid with age When all is clear Name the actors Play in the white canvas Find structure in the stage Dots Lines and balls All shaken in the cage Before the dive are rolled Drawn all the links to find the structure None of them links me to my nature A gap that scales the deepest lecture A gap that pulls the biggest creature Void Empty, bored Freed of rational connections But conscious of my flow Don't try no Bernoulli is good on paper but computers are slow Dad don't talk these humble words Infinite imagination and progress says go Time Dark, light Time Makes a dot a line