I’m a common guy of very little stature
Strolling off to beats of awkward tempo
See me walk away alone until my body is a ghost
Steps of mine as light as dark and empty lives
Mortal silence makes me sound as smartest mysteries
Yet ideas inside my brain encompass nothing grandiose
Hear me speak the weirdest words in tongues unclear to me
Making you appalled by never witty would-be wisdom
Shirts and jeans in shades of jaded blurry black
Shroud the shoddy shame of shy and shabby shapes
Layered scents of jasmine like the essence souls breathe
Hardly camouflage the sense of inner rotten corpses
Nothing more alas is left from common lives as mine
Too infused with pride to stoop to marvels too mundane
Pyramids I never raised from barren sand in palms of hands
Ambition dies in glorious tombs without the hunch for destiny
Confusing fame for fate is common errors wanted by despair
Younger bodies surely thrive within eternal skins that writhe
Greater minds design the doom of cosiest coffins full of past
Without a clue that bigger lives are born from selfless hearts
Surely Pharaoh strides in streets that teach a grander gesture
The steps will dance to swings of old Egyptian walks in rhythm
The mazes back to me conceal a map of mirrors Sphinx’s spirit
Turned to puns so I unfold the destination yet untold to destiny