Full Circle

Open misconceptions until you're safely gathered inthey serve to dull the nagging ache of wicked little sins born from wondrous worlds bathed in astral light we grow desirous hearts plagued by earthly plight all appears to be Babel to a heart yet unraveled you will see clearly when your soul is well-traveled serendipitous thoughts flood in to fuel the flame as wisdom slowly roasts the seeds of blame in the middle path lies a truth so pure joy that can't be quelled, pain that can't be cured when the sun is setting and it's time to wander home the devil gets the flesh and the Lord gets the bones.