The vagueness of the picture at hand hangs in the balance  
So elusive in all its logical respectability
You find you are falling over the meaning of all that is there
Because you cannot see the forest for the trees

An intrusion, such injustice, flows into the scheme of things
Delivering a crushing blow to all that you can see
So now how clear is this picture, hanging in the balance
As you stand without a shred of your dignity

A shade of gray has entered the picture with neutrality
Your sense of logic no longer holds the key
What was once so vague and elusive is now clear as a bell
As all of the forest you begin to see

Put aside for just one moment all the logic that you hold
Dare to see a dream of impossibilities
You may find the picture is not as vague as you think
When you open up your eyes and truly see