Nothing, To Say

Walking endless miles through aisles of fragmented smiles
A labyrinth of sound echoes for miles

The gaze of the burning Sun kills the only son
because everything must be undone

A blind man was made to see
all the things that will ever be
this is why ye must eat from the sacred tree

All we know is all we are
all we are is something bizarre which sprang from tar

Ye can only die by death itself
the means of death are books in a shelf
and in every page it read help

Help thyself to see the Way
so that one day ye can say
oh by the way I have nothing to say