The Width Of A Circle

In the corner of the morning in the past I would sit and blame the master first and last All the roads were straight and narrow And the prayers were small and yellow And the rumor spread that I was aging fast Then I ran across a monster who was sleeping by a tree And I looked and frowned and looked again at me Well, I said, "Hello and I said, "Hello" And I asked "Why not?" and I replied "I don't know" So we asked a simple black bird, who was happy as can be Well, he laughed insane and quipped "Kahlil Gibran" So I cried for all the others till the day was nearly through For I realized that God's a young man too, yeah, yeah, yeah