Fragments of a trapdoor world
A mystery bird
The song he sings of the absurd

My dream driller
Reality killer
Made of smoke and mirror

Corridors with endless doors
Each door hides something new
A secret or two

My dream driller
Reality killer
Made of smoke and mirror

A kiss from the abyss
I'm awake, mind twisting like a snake
Please remember all of this
But only fragments remain
Always the same

My dream driller
Reality killer
made of smoke and mirror

What am I?
it’s a mystery to me
The visions that I see

What am I?
try to find a new one each day
Pass the time away

Sometimes I cry
for what am I?
Sometimes I laugh
for what am I?
Sometimes I sigh
for what am I?
Sometimes I'm happy
for what am I?
Sometimes I ask why?
for what am I?
Will I ever know
what am I?
Not I
but..... We!
To make these eyes see.

Do you stick with what you know?
or look for a new path
to go?

Stepping off the well trodden way
makes one see
the world
a new
way

Old patterns to be broken
eye's to see
when
awoken

Leading to the river
The path is knowing
where all is
flowing.

Words came from up above
fill my heart with so much love.

If you could see behind my eye's
you would know
why angel's smile.

I think the light is coming back
dot's of white inside the black
I think the light is coming back
dot's of white inside the black.

Comedy is
tragedy plus time!

This world can be
so sublime.

So tomorrow I could
be laughing

If not tomorrow
if not tomorrow
if not tomorrow
if not tomorrow.

Can you remember
before you were born?

Can you see beyond
your grave stone?

Can you exist in your
own time zone?

Can you remember
before you had a
name?

Can you remember
the innocence before
the shame?

Can you remember
not knowing
what to be?

Can you remember
the things
you cannot
see?

Can you remember
all the
things
that
you
forgot?

Goodbye
will I see you
again?

Goodbye
I hope so
but........when?

Goodbye
there's no
hello
without you.

To all the goodbye's
I'm sure
waiting for
you again.