Dear Glaucon, We’ve Got Some ‘Splainin’ to Do
It’s been a long, long time
since you needed me so
I’m going down to the cavern and
I’m gonna live
down in the cavern.
Let me burrow from my sorrow
’cause I feel down on my luck.
I’m gonna go down to the cavern and
I’m gonna live
down in the cavern.
I’m gonna meet with all the spiders
and the shadow-watchers, too.
The days are strange and wistful
down there in the cavern.
The information echoes incomplete.
The shadow-watchers taught me
I should have at hand
more than a solitary dream.
The shadow-watchers tend a fire for us.
They have a place for you and me.
They tell familiar tales
of the lives we think we’re living.
They speak through rancid smoke
and fleeting heat, cavern walls
like porcelain.
In the chamber, you
can’t help but hear
the stories that they tell.
In the cavern, you
can’t help
but almost feel alive.