Invisible lines

We are told stories about gods
that chose to become humans,
but not so many about humans
that became gods, pea pods
climbing along the Josef scale
rising above the angels rank
to be frank, even if my name is Joe,
I can't say I told you so,
I am still thinking about
those mages of the Old
who literaly sold
their immortal soul
to some insignificant devil
there is no evil
but you cannot expect me
to live forever as a tree
you see,
always, but always,
you need to read
the small print.

No more mint,
or absinthe, lost in the wind
there is that whisper
reminding you
who you really are,
don't go to far
to look for the magic Graal.

If you go to Bagdad
dreaming about Cairo
you will find that the real treasure
was not buried under the tree
behind your house,
forget that mouse,
the real deal
is the experience that you
gatered along the way,
but hey, this is as you say,
if I may
show you the way,
if you stay
for one more second
inside the space
that cover the silence
between two thought
running wild inside
your head.

Be mad!