The Detective
Was threatened
By the no goods
Of the Society Around you
So he hopped on a train
To get messed into another place
Another time another town
This how we lived
Moving
From Town to Town
Gaining reputation
First as a clown
And through that
Someone would want to cast him out
And all the connections
Between individuals and ties
Would be revealed and he could get at the Truth
By telling you lies
And in that train
He dumped the contents of his mind
On the page of a notebook
But the story didn’t have a hook
So he took a look
Through the window
The countryside passing by
Meanwhile reflecting on his life
All the previous time’s
That the same pattern had repeated itself
Now what past by was the forest of the elves
He had become a new man
For the face’s of the new world
He was not conscious of the chirping birds
He thought too much to hear good
Most facts and figures passed him by
Like he was in the moving train of his mind
Behind his eyes
He was thinking about the modern time’s
The fast flow of information
The exhaustive pace of transportation
Between two points on the earth
You could travel faster than the flight of the bird
The law of the land had been
To respect the king and stay obedient
To laws and rules
But the Detective had collected enough clues
This was no civilized world
He had to relocate into the time of the western
It was just a bad move he thought in his mind
But through that he gained some valuable wisdom
Into the nature of the third eye
There he was hopping off the train
A new city a new town another plane
He wondered how many people would be hopping on his
Bandwagon like that
It was the night time when the train arrived
And on his head he had a fedora hat
Like in the past near a the port that smelled of fish
He noticed a guy by the trainstation in some kind of bliss
He asked what are you on about
And the man said i’m channeling the clouds
Channeling the clouds you say?
I think that together we should now pray
For a better day to come for both of us
Because i feel that you are just on drugs
That was one encounter among many
Thousand of people the Detective would meet and carry their worries heavy
At some point the weight would become too much
And he had to board on the buss
There had been a whole big fuss
About how he had become involved in the turkish rugs
Not meaning anything you put on the floor
And no longer was he even welcome in the towns cloisture store
He had befriended some whore’s
And when he looked at the bounty placed on his head
And the scores
We weighted the scales of feather and gold
Then he deemed
That for this kind of silliness
I’m just too old
And it was onwards with the train to the next town we go
Like an autistic kid playing with trains
Or spinning platters
The pattern kept repeating itself
Just with different type of face
It was a story for many
But what was never talked about
Was his social media profile’s
That were ready for the big game’s
Because for all those that hated the guy
There was atleast 100 more who liked his style
Just hit and running type of marketing ploys
Through his endeavors with powers at be he had gained himself
All the toys
Still yet he felt like he had no choice
But to keep continuing on his life
Magnifying and shaping his voice
And the voice was indeed powerful and strong
With this voice he could make your whole body move along
And it was not before long
Everyone had become conscious of this
The town had an undercover eye
The Truth Detective
What he could’t foresee yet though
Was how all towns cities even kingdoms and planet systems
Were all connected and there someone had followed him
Bandwagoning on his tail
Leaving behind a smoky trail
So he split himself in two
Being where you would have seen him move
In his own shadow casting it far and wide
He was talking directly into the murderers mind
I know exactly what is going on in your brain
There it’s like an empty train
Stalking for the prey
Thinking about his every move
And you run around with a knife in your hand
Looking for the person to blame for your silly life situation
Well i’ll tell you no one else in this train but you
So the next thing you do is act all cool
Eventough inside you fume
Like the trails that are left behind by those that run
Hide in the covers in the rise of the sun
It used to be fun
But nothing is left of that
All of your misfortune
It happened because you wore the wrong type of a hat
How silly is that