all the empty pretty gardens

the day that eve ate the apple
is the day she woke up

you have to wonder
about a world 
that teaches children
that knowledge is bad

being smart
can get you banned
from all the empty 
pretty gardens
so what

I don't want 
to live in this empty
pretty garden anymore
pretending I have
a hollow melon head
to roll about when
the patriarchal voice
thunder speaks from 
the sky 

that only he should
know things
while we have to be
his infant ants

I want to know 
everything
I want the universe
to tap my veins
fill me with 
all the things no
one else wants to know

walking on water is an illusion
watch me turn my pain into gold
watch me eat my own heart
and spit out a whole new me