Tale Of The Tongue

The time is coming ripe

We are running fast

I see you coming closer

Closer to the mask



Come closer treat me softly

Where can the dreamer be?

How far we've come to know

How much we've come to see



And when I ask you softly

Oh what the real man saw

As I hit the roof again

Oh what the dreamer saw



The street still screams of garbage thoughts

The stain of anxious eyes

Still we glimpse the faintest note

Of some battered somnambule men



Of the desire to know the wise

Fixed notions fashion them

Their rules police the street

No chance of Latif way



Holed down to crude belief

Answer with a childish quip

Locked inside a nation's pride

To boast the red of freedom blue



They take the purple side

I'm told from day to day

Tales slipped from behind

We're the guards of our mistakes



Often running blind

So the dreams that speak in tongues of wine

Taint the coming day

And if I seem to lag behind

Whisper me the way

The street still screams



Bismallahirrahmanirrahim