Illusions
11: Deus ex Machina
In your mothers garden
a refuge from disease
there you sit and wonder
'bout nature's mysteries
Deus ex machina
an apple fall from the tree
A man with bowler hat
elusive but copied a lot
All we see is obscuring something else
his face is hidden partly well
Deus ex machina
an apple fall to the ground
reach inside your pocket
and bring forth the device
this surely changed our habits
I rarely look you in the eyes
anymore
Deus ex machina
an apple turned the world around