long rumbles

I go daily downtown. I go like pilgrims do. I avoid crossroads not to meet the devil Rose. I go daily downtown with so much brains as I could burn. I avoid dark alleys not to face my ghosts And learn. I can hear a clear voice, not a wish, Not a curse. But only luck rambles, Raving talks for a promised land. I can hear that divine voice well even though The prisoners can't. But only luck rambles. But only luck rambles. But only luck rambles. A homeless required me To look at him in the eyes. He touched my back and asked me if I Believe in him. I listen secretly to what I say in public Places. Hatred and misery, they Bring about a mess. I can hear a clear voice, not a wish, Not a curse. But only luck rambles, Raving talks for a promised land. I can hear that divine voice well even though The prisoners can't. But only luck rambles. But only luck rambles. But only luck rambles.