MIRAGE from CALAMADON by CHRIS THE POET DIBNAH
Tracklist
| 12. | MIRAGE | 2:53 |
Lyrics
The past is a version,
A mirage of time,
Which rots like an orange,
And ages like wine,
It’s truths are a spectrum,
Through prisms it’s viewed,
And it’s insights revealed,
As the lens is renewed,
The ego’s rash judgement,
Though stubborn and crude,
Are the hands of the pianist,
The rhymes of the dude,
The soul smuggles through,
All the love which it can,
To the smile of a child,
On the face of a man,
Who is feeling complete,
Cos he knows that he’ll mend,
Now the soul loves the ego,
And will til the end....
