Yesterday is in town with man’s opium
At the corner of the relapse
At every lane of every synapse
Waiting for any that craves the height of the podium

In single order memories await their fix
Each eager to be what they cannot become
Hoping that the curse may be undone
That all be changed with a meagre mix

Alas, here it is, as strange as it can be
In and out their souls goes the fumes
Which come out as kaleidoscopic blooms
Are minds caged like minds free

How diabolical you are to lead minds on an endless road
To be both the drug and the antidote