Kaleidoscope lights lead me in to obscurity. With the gift of double vision, I see twice as less. Blinded by the brightness. Made sightless By a God that shares my likeness. I'm split between two lives Mine and His And the Sun seems too Too much And now the Mirror Faced Man in the Sky Won't tell me why He just looks at me And then back to The Good Book He's speaking to me I'm sure I'm just not sure which voice is real Which voice is ethereal Which voice is evil And which is me Because I'm partially unreal Blurry in the world One foot outside in the light One foot inside a church With the lights turned off Where we worship each other And we're all praying to lovers But I might need some fresh air Hope I can stay out in nature Without giving into the natural order It's worth a try Because even if it's only half right It's better than the all wrong I've been living all along