Flamboyant Minds

As a righteous man,

you dare to dwell this land.

Castle’s built from sand.

The favors might have come, but not their fortunes.

So they’re lying on the ground

midst the great mess they created.

The favors might have come, but the Ravens ate them all.

And they lash, and they shout.

Midst the great mess nothing’s found.

Problems, once again,

come knocking vainly.

I’m the one handy

who stopped to solve it.

Scholars came and scholars urged. To stop me from what I’m doing

since that’s a futile attempt.

The favors might have come. The flowers might have bloomed.

But they are trampled down and crushed.

Oh, the stenches! Could not wash away, ol’ best perfume.

The favors might have come. The flowers might have bloomed.

while they’re lying on the ground.

Midst the great mess, they resound.