Rooted in an enigmatic concept map
pull a magic rabbit from a hat by a bootstrap
In the end we’ll see who gets the last laugh
And takes the final draught from the empty carafe
The cosmic joke just might be on us
I dreamed I left the city on a magic bus
And crossed a lake somewhere up north
made it over the wall and went forth
But that was just a dream, untrue
All strung with myth and gardyloo
the truth is harder, more opaque
shot with fractures, more at stake
Restless with the rhythm of a wandering soul
I settle back inside and contemplate my goal
Will I have the last laugh or will I get caught
The vision is for sale but I won’t be bought
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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