The prophet tribe with burning eyes
travels today different road than in previous times
when the worlds unfathomed size
shrouded still in mystery and myth
could only be told with obvious lies
oh my old brothers of magical mind
kept truth trapped in chests
closely guarded, sold to the build
your wagons did finally find
that ghostly road always missed
that leads to castles in the sky
Gypsies now ride wave and wire
ghosts of the real, selling truth to all the buyers
supplying demand to the suppliers
from their glass castles in the air
they've conquered nights empires
To all those who settle down
in the small well worn spaces that surround
the structures of city and town
where we gypsies wait and wonder
telling the tales we have found
But boredom, sad son of stillness
keeps us all enthralled
with visions that can't fulfill us
pondering all the ways to kill us
as he puffs his pipe he asks
do you realize your own illness?
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