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