I saw black birds against cloud canvas,
aestheticism in motion.
I saw a rainbow tower meet sky,
and I supposed a pot of gold.
Everywhere jade gypsy eyes roam,
I see jewels, swirling skirts and God.
And with irrational clauses wisdom growth,
So they supposed a lost boy forever though
I just wanted you to know.
As two supreme beings wage conflict,
Freedom is farfetch'd.
So run run chase what you said
for One of two is Two of one,
So run run run lost boy again.
Two of one- dan p