I shatter my mirrors,
I shatter my mirrors.
With my mirrors, I gauge my eyes.
I cry,
We cry,
He laughs,
She cries.
Because it is the sapphire eyes and gilded silk we covet.
Because it is the deflation of our balloons and lifting of our baggage.
We desire.
Oh higher deity, go higher.
Oh higher conscious, fly higher,
Do tell me,
Why are some blessed with such commodities?
Why must we all look from a distance at such mere curiosities?
Isn't the economy so deflated already?