The Modern Golden Goose

If you’d like to escape the time
Try to throw out a line
Never knowing what you’ll catch
Most will be thrown back
Too small or too big
You will learn to swim
Rivers deep and wide
Waterfalls to fly
Flowing through, circles and cubes
Always changing, are the rules
Finding quick are, clowns and fools
The modern, golden goose
The Q’s have been around
But never have seen, on the ground
Run along the edge of death
Where nothing more is set
The only thing left are dreams
Confused for what it means
The show must always go on
Even though it’s wrong
Flowing through, circles and cubes
Always changing, are the rules
Finding quick are, clowns and fools
The modern, golden goose
Laying all types of eggs
Faster than any legs
To the stars back and forth
From a place of North
Breaking out of the cage
Some will say it’s rage
When the moon falls down
The lock is opened now
Flowing through, circles and cubes
Always changing, are the rules
Finding quick are, clowns and fools
The modern, golden goose