Down To Delphi

Quite a crowd at Muse’s Mountain
Line winding well beyond the horizon
The mighty and the meek
On a fool’s crusade
A hubristic parade
Equal as they seek
A cryptic fate to evade
Sneaking one fleeting peek
Behind time’s curtain
And they’re emerging looking
Even more uncertain

They come to banish their blues
Collecting useless future clues
Catch a sketch of tomorrow’s news
Which of these avenues shall I choose?
If I rush into battle, will I win or lose?
How do I know if any of this is true?
Are the gods my undoing, or is it you?
No answer makes sense when
The question’s confused

Down to Delphi
For a spot of riddles and rye
Down to Delphi
Answers never seem to apply
Down to Delphi
Advice you’re bound to defy
Down to Delphi
Whatever they try to prophesy

I’d seen all the tragedies
The future, it never ends well
I’d been to all the Mysteries
And had Kykion on a half-shell
Not sure what I was looking for
What would Pythia have in store?
Maybe an ambiguous turn of phrase
To change my soul forevermore
Well, Delphi, it’s on any bucket list
One of those destinations not to be missed

So I sat at the feet of the Oracle
She deeply inhaled the fumes
And she asked me for a riddle
But I could only hum the tune
I asked her if all of these equations
Were merely the sums of our creations
Then she said, take this up in your head
The only true gold is information
The world’s not made out of particles
Your mind is made in their relation

Down to Delphi
For a spot of riddles and rye
Down to Delphi
Answers never seem to apply
Down to Delphi
Advice you’re bound to defy
Down to Delphi
Whatever they try to prophesy