The world is calling me anew
Upon a perpetual state of mind
To show me all that is crisp and new
And of how the skies are radiant blue

My guide is an oddity man, a zipper mouthed chap
Is calling me from a waterfall so far
I deny nothing more or so less then a trap
But ingenuity causes me to applaud and to clap

And then I should so travel with my guide at my side
To marvel upon this immaculate urban jungle
To view the great cogs in a grandiose ride
A world where fundamental idealistics take to reside

This land where ghosts stumble in destitution
Emerald landslides bleed unto the sea
Integrity left to the harpies of prosecution
A life lived without the jubilance of retribution

So as we climb, make for the next floor
That in the wake of this grave new world
How I will ever beg and implore
That all I want to back thru the last door