In the middle of the mayhem and cacophony
Comes the visions, explanations and doubts
I have come not to take but to observe only
Listen, learn and decide what it is about

Somewhere in the midst of the constant droning
Comes a sound like the crowds that shout
I step back, retract and then smile knowing
That this is only for the faithful; devout

Picture me before this episodic coming
Tell me would you have believe it’s real?
Could you caclulate your burden unloading
What you now know you can also begin to feel

In the middle of the mayhem and cacophony
Comes a beacon; a ray of light to seal the deal
A new commission to defray derision’s undoing
In the middle of the mayhem at the end of your final meal