THE MODERN ADVENTURES OF PLATO，DIOGENES AND FREUD

Father of my morning, wants my child to the night I see that you have minds to carve And I can only watch with sicken sorrow Little do you know the progressions that you teach The people that you reach are tired Of living in a world of elastic towers You dance with them and sing a song of changes And talk with them of life and all its dangers Surround yourself with now familiar strangers Who kiss and who hug And eventually mug you of your time And the clock on the wall is a bore, As you wander pass the door, And find him lying on the floor As he begs you for some more You froze and smiled You cannot ever picture me annointed by my mind, A file for your travelog Oblivious to the night, the fog around you The germs they are ridiculous They bother you at night The blood that rushes to your brain The ticket on the plane you're never catching The price you paid exclusive of your taxes To chop you up inside with tiny axes The girl look up to you from floors she waxes And speaks to your belt with tears among her eyes And the clock on the wall is a bore As you wander pass the door And find him lying on the floor As he begs you for some more You froze and smiled The metaphysic wrinkles in the face if what you face Are hidden by the fake-up man Who lives inside the sterno can beside you Now climb me to the mountains As the sun is almost gone Escaping from your other selves Your brothers hide among the shelves inside you The games that people play can only bore you But only those that know you don't ignore you And how many times have I come there to restore you and Caught you lying on the couch with Father Time And the clock on the wall is a bore As you wander pass the door and find him Lying on the floor As he begs you for some more You froze and smiled