The Museum of Inner Light

On the way to 

The Museum of Inner Light 

Expect delays 

Expect bumps in the road 

Expect potholes and such 

Expect a murder of crows 

Rolling acorns over the rooftops 

But what I want to know is, Who 

Who eats a butterfly 

On the way to the Museum 

Of Inner Light? 

We're on a different time-clock now 

And time has speeded up 

When we were young 

It never went this fast 

Someone definitely has their foot 

On the gas pedal of life 

And they will not, will not let it up