Searching for Ced (3)
And so the search begins.....
We stopped before the show,
It seems so long ago, but
Maybe I was just stoned.
Fought to the front, crushed
Against the gate, yelled
As loud as I could, you'd
Thought I was nuts.
Screaming the words to every
Song, enjoying every frenzy,
Listening intensely and
Drinking in the insanity.
Break the inner gates of my mind!
Let the music be the portal that takes
My soul to the world next!
Take me hence and never let me rest!
Cedric left his voice screaming
Into the wind.
I stood on the fringe trying to
Catch some meaning.
"Knife me in hobbling" I'm the
One talking in my sleep again.
Philosophy shrouded in veils?
Comical musicians with false tales?
Lost musings of mine left in the hotel
And the phone call warning me of
Who holds the key to the tower?
When knowledge is power you'll
Find the rhythm and its beautiful blessing.
Its quiet in the dark hour as
We seek those who know nothing
Of peace everlasting.
Some truths are better left undisturbed,
Yet our curiosity begs the shrouds be removed.