It comes in whispers

Like sleepy murmurs

Warm, like sunshine on your skin

Non-invasive, but persuasive

And then your savage imagination

Demands an audience

Suppos-ed standard storylines

Implanted from a distance

First unit on the scene

Says 'close it up tight'

But by now I know better

No more 'fight or flight'

And the wind kicks up the leaves

And the oceans go wild

As I roll up my sleeves

and release the mind

In my purple velvet fields

I'll roll on the fresh, cut grass

And then I think I'll scream

And shatter what once was...