Not sayin’ I saw it coming..
But when it came, I wasn’t surprised.
My Self already knew…
Something not quite right …around the eyes.
Blurring bits and taking hits and dancing round the truth.
The world you see is a fantasy.
It never gives you proof.
Answers flee down a dangerous path
But my spirit is my guide.
And being lost is worth the cost if I can find the truth inside.
Cause looking past the shadows…till a blur is all I see,
I take comfort in the knowledge
That the only real is me.

Time runs a frantic race.
Chopping me up from place to place.
A recipe for chaotic stew...
A bit of him
A touch of you.
Make room for this...and making do.
And all the time, I'm thinking..."who?"

A different path runs through my mind.
A creative journey... mine to find.
But with each hopeful step
I'm pulled toward the ground
By tangles of brambles holding me down.
Other peoples' schemes, it seems, can rob me of my dreams.
Time does fly.
And all the time, I'm thinking..."why?"

It's very hard to find yourself...
Underneath the pieces
Of everyone else.

Her narrow path kept winding as she hummed along in tune
To a song no one else heard, except her lover on the moon.
She skipped and ran and often fell,
But never wondered why
Some creatures fly to heaven and some simply die.
She listened to the others but they never heard her speak.
She was brave in her convictions but they thought of her as weak.
She tried to wear a normal hat but found it way too tight,
So she spread her tangled tendriled hair and found herself in flight.
It's a very lovely planet and she left it much too soon.
And though no one seemed to notice...
There was crying on the moon.