It's a different kind of order
Laying beneath the flying moon
Through blades of grass, mindless fodder
I know the clouds are leaving soon

And right on time mine is about
Shameful visions crawling away
Some better eyes may express doubt
I'm waiting like I know the day

Infinite stream, endless wonder
Just out of sight and everywhere
And then the space where dreams wander
Inbetween this all we're aware

What is up close will start to blur
When one just stops and looks away
And voices lost in the future
Will then begin to show the way

Adrift where everything is vague
Waves of meaning scatter around
Avoiding reason like a plague
Flying too high missing the ground

One look at the world that made you
Do you think that it thought it through ?
Another day another clue
Another dance around the *****