Paradise On 5th Street

Rivers that run upon rivers, Seas that tangle unto seas, Rolling like Thunder Beneath it’s foamy covers Is the map to the stars and its celestial cousins. The Alchemist told me of such hearsay, That all our answers lied beneath me, But what could I see? What could I see? Hills that roll forever onto Hills, Shadows that dance in these walls These halls, Lies the Secrets to all. For four eras I have wandered down its avenue, All black, All blue. The rising fire that shines on all the trees Shall not shine on me, But why can I not see? Why can I not see? Maybe it’s the answer, Could it be three? Leave it to Humanity and we’ll gleefully say It’s the basis of our needs, As we go along on our doom-driven drive to seek its answers, These wide-eyed cars, They go faster, And faster. We'll call it Paradise on 5th Street.