Nicodemus Portulay - Twiddle

On a hot and sunny evening in the middle of July

Nicodemus was appeasing what was once a healthy mind

In his dark and gloomy basement on the sadder side of town

The old man sat and pondered but no answer could be found

In his orange velvet armchair legless on the floor

He stared into a picture that was framed upon the wall

As he drifted off to sleep his mind became awake

‘cause every night he comes alive protector of the gat

You can’t find me

I’m lost inside your mind

Nicodemus Portulay

Undrstanding what was undefined

It was some time ago in the house of the know when he first laid his eyes on

the prize

He was certain indeed that his mind had the means to acquire the treasure in

time

He paced as he waited and fiercely debated the moment that soon would arrive

And on that fine day with no more delay he weaseled his way inside

The clickety moans as the cobblestone groans beneath his swiftly cane

His age and decay impede in no way as he reaches the fog riddled plain

As he was instructed he took the entrusted and set it below the oak tree

Tap four times they said then four times again to find the answers you seek