Baba

Thoughts don’t get born the mind
It takes revelations
Like a ride in a cadillac
On a sunny shore
It won’t understand nothing
But it will find it out
It wont remember much
But It’ll find out once more
Toxic holocaust
Rolling barrels with poison
A candle for memory
For holy memory
And a baba is baking cakes
It’s on plain sight
Sits in a wooden house
And she likes it