NEW LEAVES ON THE OLD TREES d.i.s.c.r.e.e.t.

What I was searching for,
I never knew I had it all along,
And that I wrote it in a hundred songs.

Can’t appease greed with food and drink,
Material is not the solution they think,
One hundred years ago my family was sick,
Now most of them are rich,
But still some souls stay poor,
Demanding the rights to my spirit,
I used to sell it,
Now I give it for free,
Because it’s hard to understand,
Why I need nothing from them,
And why they need something from me.

Spill it for the fallen,
And ye who shine bright,
Light and shadow form,
Masculine plus feminine sight,
Matriarch thus Patriarch,
Alone is black and white,
Through grand irrationality,
In ill or thrill advised might,
Immense layers of gray,
Shaded many ways,
Can never be fooled,
Heeding the agenda,
Prone to find jewels,
Don’t shy from lending hands,
By comedic origins of man,
Just stop once in a while…
To, look, laugh and understand.