There's the nourishing cheese by afternoon
by night sweet pungent Indian music and food feed
In the halls of life where you reside there is temptation and confusion
No ears for them as the rhythm achieves
No, no, near the pillars you make yourself deaf to that encroacher
You bless your older family as they prepare vessels
Befuddled by the rhythm, you lost amateur poacher
See how the uninvited friend makes his way to your gold
cloud his mind with promises
And your family sets off
and so do you
Yet you attempt to park on a steep hill of antique shops
Yet there's almost no room for you
Despite the pleasant embrace of the sun
you see the houses of old dead enemies
Their vices have asphyxiated them
since you don't know when
Forgiveness would see you find a fixed parking space
to witness the whirring wonderment of life
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