The Time Travelling Salesman
My name is Johnny Golightly,
I’m a travelling salesman of a differential kind.
I’m here to sell you something simply divine.
Something very exquisite, something unique indeed
Something very wonderful that everyone wants
And that everyone needs.
It has something to do with what we’ve already got
But somewhere in time it has simply got lost,
Forgotten or buried in the Garden last Fall.
It most definitely has to do with God’s grande design
The human mind, a Cosmic gold mine.
I ask for nothing in return for this knowledge of mine
No money can buy but selling I am
This concept of storing up stories within…
Each person a chapter, each generation a gem
Each dream that is realized is what makes us transcend
And the Book of Life never ends.
It is just a matter of time,
While travelling a very fine line
Flip thru the pages, forward and back
Is like flipping through Ages of glorious gak.
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