While the mysteries of the forest comes
As he hear the sinister sound of drums
That comes whispering of the dead and blight,
Of his empty banal life and take flight
To a place outside of time that will crumbs
When the endless California succumbs
To the rigid laws of electric light.
A black dragon around his left leg gleam,
A gargantuan bug with hairy legs,
A keen requiem to the mother of earth.
But this is just a very backward dream,
About the ancient art of beggar’s begs
That makes his mind to rethink a rebirth.