First the faces get blurry
Then the story gets full of holes
The inner speech is slurry
And you lose yourself between poles
The rot hits where it should have hurt
But now you're feeling late
With a mindful of fancy dirt
In a fragmented state

Losing another word
Leaking another name
Throwing bonds overboard
But nobody's to blame
Families of strangers
With voices from back home
Never knew the dangers
Of life under this dome

Some might say that a seahorse
Went off to the races
Presumably trailed far off course
The map's missing places
Get lost just like another day
Reality's a work of fiction
Sometimes molded with tainted clay
By a vision for infliction

Each of the sides of the schism
Serves as mirror to the abyss
Witnessing through a crooked prism
Transcendental is hit or miss
Where to begin when it's the end ?
Win when there's nothing left to lose
You know the night doesn't pretend
Everything is confuse

You are born with another mind
That you must learn to dance against
Do that or I do fear you'll find
A wide view on whatever's best
You must learn with your second mind
To find room for your soul to rest
Find pity for those walking blind
And tell your mind your brain knows best

You're walking with another mind
And you are lost just like the rest
The overthinking daily grind
Of fear has never been adressed
With many dreams just left behind
A pain you hid into your chest
A thousand ways to be unkind
Thousands excuses to be best

You must have had another mind
To do the things you thought were best
There's things I would pardon the blind
There are still things to be confessed
Find truth like you found peace of mind
And decide what is to be blessed
Take off with your beautiful find
Then learn to not resist arrest

What is obvious to you
Is not to me
And frankly I don't know
This has to be
That's why I won't
Do what you tell me
Because it's really not
Obvious to me

Surely the truth
Is far beyond me
Maybe I'm wrong
And words aren't free
Epiphany may come
Another day
A misunderstanding
In the way

And I don't know
What to believe
There might not be
Right ways to live
But beneath the point
It all seems
To lose oneself
Into common dreams

I could have known you
But I wasn't myself
A book far from view
To be left on its shelf
Forgotten memories
Of what could have been had
Out of place reveries
No more dreaming to add

I don't know who you are
But I tried to learn
Afraid to go too far
In the distance I burn
Out of nowhere and back again
Another friend lost
Let's meet nobody then
Make sure no one is crossed

We are the same
Just as everyone else
We keep things tame
Lest we fall as ice melts
And drown in the expanse
Of the void between souls
Timidly yearn to dance
With our own kinds of fools

Life is like a less persuasive kind of dream
Things feel they are yet sometimes only seem
Making wonder if there is some real what to know
Or could it truly be there isn't any how
Why are others and might they be made up ?
Under the spell or all drinking from the same cup ?
Still mostly spent looking after new holes in context
Colliding words in hopes some turn out to be what was next
Everything can be imagined but not ever be grasped
Whatever else could in no way be more than swiflty gasped

I stay in the forest
Because there is
Nowhere else to go
I look out of the trees
And nowhere seems
To be the way

I think it's for the best
Not knowing where's
Where death will grow
Let time calm and freeze
Natural dreams
Cast you away

I know my way out
My path inside
Is out of mind
Through misplaced words
Cluttering thoughts
And seas of white

I wander about
Somewhere to hide
Nothing to find
What never comes up in records
And what oughts
To be out of sight

How long does it last
When it's forever
Rolled into the past
Running a fever
True colors, broad cast
One day as ever

All together, done
When another eon lies
Folding into none
Lows and highs
Whispers of old stone
Buried in the skies

Past time paralized
In incessant news
Eternal life sized
Waves of letting loose
Surfaces incised
From current abuse

Whatever goes back
Whatever waters away
Slips into the cracks
Only a matter of day
Some days cut deep
Most are lost to sleep