time before time,i understand and describe it as mine,
you'll find,if you upgrade your mind to earth's machine we'll combine,
press your ear to the blades of grass,so fine and refined,
listen to the worlds symphony and read its hidden signs,
like trying to hear a pin drop in a whistling wind of chime's,
stranger, be kind and top up my wine!
because im living in garden sheds,
nestled amongst the home owners old mess and mopeds,
sticking it out till the cold n' bitter winter ends,
trying to make ends meet,
ill gather and move my feet, and produce for a standard fee,
don't offer me around for tea,
just send me a letter with a small description of your plea,
my postal address, your next door neighboors backyard oak tree,
postcode y012 1, 33,
waking up with no sides or a bed,
apparently my head seems to have no excuse for it's mood,
like an alarm, woken by my inner stomach,it aches for brain food,
with everyday,comes along a new family fued,
with faces turning sour and prude,
will you just let me get a word in edge way's,i need to conclude,
living unorthodox,got me surrounded by smoke in my garage hotbox,
rolling roach from old manuals and blue peter annual's,
using driftwood for poker downer's,
i meditate on my childhood games of rounders,
smacking all the bounrdaries,
mind movements,nuclear fusion,
solitude brings out your improvements,
my paint brush is waiting on it's retribution,
painting the lines that sceptic's look through drawing conclusion,finding beauty in repulsion,
a drift....in the dark world of illusion's
we are lost , yet found,
the cost of our primal screams,do the hills hear a sound,
a whole planet mouth gagged silent, yet choking aloud.