Capturing the moment?
So you want to capture the moment?
Or any moment for that matter maybe one passed one yet to be
A thing to hold, to own, to covet like gold or deep red rubies
You are armed with knowledge passed down by the likes of hafez and rumi
You have patience you think you stand a chance
To capture it as we all lead this fairy dance
good luck the moment is subtle
and slippery as a wish
good luck the moment is subtle
and slippery as a wish
Or any moment for that matter maybe one passed one yet to be
A thing to hold, to own, to covet like gold or deep red rubies
You are armed with knowledge passed down by the likes of hafez and rumi
You have patience you think you stand a chance
To capture it as we all lead this fairy dance
good luck the moment is subtle
and slippery as a wish
good luck the moment is subtle
and slippery as a wish
Silvery and whimsical as a dream fish
It either isn't or is just like the old tune neti neti
Mystical stuff shamans and the yetis
Mystical stuff shamans and the yetis
It is paper thin and disappears, when the ego rushes in
like smoke in the air disturbed it disintegrates and disperses
like smoke in the air disturbed it disintegrates and disperses
Even though the clues are written in endless ways they are open to interpretation
They are maps, they are not the way, the path may lead to the end but it's the feet that get you there
They are maps, they are not the way, the path may lead to the end but it's the feet that get you there
the finger points to the moon or the trace of the shooting star
but it is not there not in the texts in the relics in the cupboard under the stairs
If you want to encounter a black hole, stare into your left pupil, you will find a vortex there
But if you delve too deeply bring friends and charms for darkness you shall encounter there
like smoke in the air disturbed is disperses
Left alone it sits and spirals and just lingers as it immerses
Left alone it sits and spirals and just lingers as it immerses
I left what I could gather of this mornings dew, the shooting stars that fell that night suspended in the hammock as the oak released blue smoke and the sea salted the breeze, the falling snowflakes that marked the changing of the season
The empire I found in the bark of old wood under rocks by streams and lakes in trees and marshes under the clouds and above them in a silver bird of metal a marvel of science and reason
The empire I found in the bark of old wood under rocks by streams and lakes in trees and marshes under the clouds and above them in a silver bird of metal a marvel of science and reason
In the hope that you may decipher the meaning in this mad poet’s dream
I wish you luck on your quest to catch that moment its ever fleeting
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