you listen to their problems
their virtues their vice
there you are to listen, true
through blue skies turning grey into night
you, so shiny and white
you, who turned a blind eye to the life
chaotic and neutral -
mumbling men who still can't decide which side is right
tall mirrors of carnival colors
and daggers dance in the music -
dreams you never knew of any other
just painted faces of confusion,
visions violent will strike
when you least
expect, expect
allowing feelings to project
when you least expect it
you'll be projected, from that driver's seat