~The Lost City of Zhor~
I’ve searched your highs and lows for the secrets you hold
Climbed your peaks to find peace through the creaks in your skull
Been lost in a spot with your leaves that I fold
I was baptized but woke, stretched above sea to keep my feet both afloat
I’d slant across rock to find footing to grasp
Hoping to be lost in your winds as they’re whooping my ass
Every day something new, A junky set loose
Running amuck on terrain yet charted I choose
But through all my endeavors, one I’ll never neglect
Reaching into your stone as high as sky ever would get
Not a peak, no; A valley… Serene green as lush as can be
A River flowing up stream, with perpetual, moderate, beams
Kicking pheromone heights, they stood, frozen in time
A peaceful people forgotten, but i'm here to remind
They stood still… happy; lost within joy
Playing out side with sun rays kissing their noise
Not a TV in sight, No Captivating small screen
None enslaved by the stream, glancing continuously, lost in a dream
Nope, they enjoyed simpler times, primitive yet refined
Playing on couches made for wrestling and not killing clocks watching time
And so I climb…
Out on a limb for a whim, searching to find
That fleeting feeling of freedom, my affection to hold
That time I got lost in lost souls, the city of Zhor
Such a pity it froze
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