Project Pitchfork
The Seeker
Oliver had a dream
He dreamt that all made sense
Everything was very very logical
He dreamt of birds and butterflies
Of dimensions in a stern structure
And time as the only truth
Oliver had a dream
Everything was very very logical
And time as the only truth
Mislead and blinded
By his logic
Caught in a labyrinth of time
Neglecting speculations
Neglecting timeless existence
Oh what a fool he is
Answers so near
Understanding so far away
Oliver was so sure
That everything needs proof
To be true to be true
Oliver thinks himself always right
But what can his opinion change?
I'm so small he thinks
But Oliver when a small stone is thrown
Into a quite lake
The whole sea is moved
Oh Oliver
There are so many of your kind
Too many of your kind