Don'T Tread On My Dreams
"Tread Softly because you tread on my dreams" (William Butler Yeats)
Allow me to shout in ancient ruins
Light up the abracadabra of existence
Let the pyramids heed my silent words
And unravel the tales of time
To uncover the hidden myth
How the lizards dance to the sacred drums
I want to create a call
Off ancestors not man
Allow me to summon my dreams
To call our ancient myths
And how the endless treading calls for vacuum
Not of ancestors but man
How the drummer mask up his sorrows
And the crowd moves to its tunes
Whether sorrow or happiness
The rythmn lies in the man and not the stick not drums.
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