A restlessness took hold my brain
and questions I could not hold back
An orange monkey on a chain
on a bleak uneven track
told me that to understand
you must travel back time
I took a plane to a forein land
and said I'll write down what I find
Beneath a mountain's jagged shelves
cloacked with snow and shadows sheer
plates tipped up upon themselves
the pain of fifty million years
and mules and goats were running wild
A happy chaos carried on
and old men and the young boys smiled
and worked until the day was gone
Packs of sandy-coloured dogs
walked streets that looked like building sites
but piles of rocks and dust and smog
could not hold block out a different light
When I returned I ran to meet
the monkey, but his face had changed
He stood before me on two feet
The track was now a motorway

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