This track was inspired by the poem "Kublah Khan," by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
lyrics
My pen begins to trace those tired lines,
Like roads we've walked before,
Or rowing in a circle
Like a boat with just one oar.
My fleeting muse still goads me down this road,
Although she's gone too far;
I'll keep my distance and maybe
I can blame her for my faults.
Who said that if I had a way with words
I'd say something of worth?
Maybe I got an artist's brain,
But never learned to paint.
And self-effacement is just a funny way
Of trying to save face.
I think I've got an honest mind
That's used to telling lies.
What was it I was going to say?
My train of thought has jumped the tracks.
I thought I heard a dulcimer play,
But then distraction steered my fate.
The song I had dreamed soon grew faint
And I forgot the way back.
I might not build my castle in the air,
Or catch my train of thought.
I may just waste my life
Pretending I am what I'm not.
The human race extends a grasping hand
To reach for something more
And, if I can, I'd like to help
And maybe guide its course.
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