The Angel came down to visit Paul the Poet
Not wearing any armor and with no emotions showing
“There’s no honor in twisting facts and history”
She said to the poet “Don’t concern yourself with victory”
“But glory and adoration are not the steaks that I seek,
I’m the kind of man who makes connections when I speak”
The Angel called the poet out and left him in a heep
“Let’s see if you’re singing the same tune when you recover next week”

The customer is satisfied on the other side of the counter
The cashier and the manager wear big smiles with each encounter
The Angel gathered all three in a room
And began to ask some questions
“Do you think everything is okay?” and
“Are you open to suggestions?”
The boss rose up and began to fight
“I’m on your side” The Angel replied
She took a look at the customer
It was Paul the Poet
She was surprised
“Well, I’ll support you if you support them”
Was a promise that didn’t interest Paul
He managed to escape through the crack in the wall
But The Angel trapped him in a mall
A shopping mall out of reach
Now Paul the Poet needs to find his indoor beach

There’s no such thing as freedom on vague illusions of stuff
So, Paul set out to scope the reef
But you can feel freedom
Freedom lies inside
Deep within yourself there is an indoor beach

Now he sees sunsets atop grassy dunes of sand
Writing beautiful music for the people of the land
And every single summer night
Paul thanks The Angel for what she teaches
Because deep within his soul he know
That only a select few will ever
Find
Will ever
Seek
Will ever
Inhabit
Their indoor beaches

Now, Paul spreads the message of The Angel
But he does it just like a poet
Head to toe in a suit of armor
And with all his emotions showing
©2013The Dean Project