The Last Conquistador

I am the last conquistador,

I am well meaning and intentions are earnest,

I am the first to document.

my route is new an my spirit enlightened,

I kept hold for your letters,

but maybe it would be better if they burn.

Blueberries and dreams,

burst at the seams,

my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me,

Blueberries and dreams,

hollowed and squeezed,

my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me,

stepped into darkness only stars left to guide me

Still I'm the last conquistador,

I keep on going,

though the going ain't easy.

And now my mind's in farrago,

all jumbled up, in the promise of empire.

I'm still searching for Beulah,

and one day I will hold her in my arms.

Blueberries and dreams,

burst at the seams,

my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me.

Blueberries and dreams,

hollowed and squeezed,

I'm so delirious I'm oblivious to previous,

hallucinations of a fool, that deceived us.

A combination of disease and confusion.

My whole life's work, was just an illusion.

Blueberries and dreams,

burst at the seams,

my route was clear but a cloud fell upon me,

Blueberries and dreams,

hollowed and squeezed,

A combination of disease and confusion.

My whole life's work, was just an illusion.