Blinded by brilliant displays of illusion
like painted windows peering into emptiness
as a mind unfurls in the expanses of eternity

Chattering along a path to inner freedom
As dandelions float on wisps of thought
gently rocking paradoxical lives of leisure

While the intentions of a charismatic dream
drift quietly down to where shadows meet in darkness
at high noon on soap boxes to mourn the setting sun

Ambiguity buried behind a veil of mindlessness
erupting from a frenzied denial of truth, slapped in the faces
of the holier than thou as they pray for lost souls

Living within self inspired comas of deception
where vague truths knock daily on open doors
that lead to nothingness, where no one's home