As I walk
I slip and stumble
Going down I fall and fumble
Getting deeper and deeper I fall into despair
I reach for help but there’s no hand there
I don’t know what’s up and what’s down
As I’m about to lose all hope and die I land
Just to get back up again
And walk

What a strange entangled web we weave
Where we lie and deceive
Lie and hide from really who
When who you’re lying to is really you
When the world shall be reborn and angels flap their wings
You’ll still be hidden away concerned with all your things
With all the partying and stuff you did
Was it worth it looking back, pretending to be another kid?
For true happiness does not lie in numbers
But loyalty when you experience your greatest blunders
Take off the mask and show your face
Let people see your true beauty inside this place
I hope what your looking for you’ll find
And finally reach your peace of mind
For we live in a world where we all deceive
What a strange entangled web we weave

Let’s start small; let’s say you’ve found a picture
Is it something you recognize?
Or just another image in the collage that is your life
Does it ignite the fire of your imagination?
Or does it ever so slightly caress a long lost memory

Let’s say you’re talking to your god about worship
Does he tell you how to praise him?
In the day, at night, standing up, kneeling down, or not at all
Would he tell you who is wrong?
Could you tell them?
Or just not listen and go on living
Dismissing the words, being lost in the wind

Or when you realize one day the world will end
Would you try to stop it?
Or fulfill every dream you had
Splurging like a kid in the candy store

Or let’s say you read about an antidote that cured all disease
Do you think anybody else read it?
Would you go shout it at the top of rooftops?
And forward, email, face book, text, to everyone you know
Would you believe it?
Deep down

One day last month with nothing else to do
Did you pick up a book?
Or turn on the T.V.
For once watching the news and see what was going on outside your room

Or you’re in danger and you want to scream (but you don’t)
Because you’re just noticing that it’s all a dream
Do you go back to sleep
Or lie awake hoping that fear will fade
Will you dream again?
Of what?

And last year did you see how the people of the world came together
How man, hand in hand learned to overcome

Why do you put on the fake smile?
The green hair and big red nose
Immense checkered overalls and big floppy shoes
To entertain the swarms of children
On the playgrounds and inside the giant tents

When your own children
Pour real tears at home
Alone in the empty rooms of the tiny house
Longing for their farther
To come and put a smile on their face

But, you stay and not come
For the lure of the gold and the glitter
The spotlight beckons for thee
And you avert the needs of your own
To fulfill the desires of others

Ten thousand swords can’t change a belief
Nor handcuffs reform a thief

But, there is one thing that can change it all
It can be either big and powerful or subtle and small

A beacon that has always stood
Guiding the minds towards the common good

The reason for every war
And the beginning of every lore

It’s not a weapon but rather a choice
It is the power of one voice

I sit perched on the window seat
Looking out at the weathered clouds overhead
The streets barren of life
I sit perched on the window seat

Dew begins to from on the window seal
And the mist condensates on the window
In front of my warm breath
Blurring my sight
I sit perched on the window seat

The rain pounds on the glass
Shaking in a deafening tremble
Lightning flashes in the distance
And a roar of thunder follows
Scaring anything away that might have been bold enough
To stand and endure the storm
I sit perched on the window seat

But, as all storms must
This too shall pass
And light will return
To this dark empty street
Illuminated by sun and rainbow

So this too must pass
But, for now

I sit perched on the window seat
Looking over the barren street.

Let me take you to the place where the lights are dim
Where there are no smiles, though nobody’s grim
Where the faces and colors are not what they appear
Nevertheless, the sight is perfectly clear
Where the kind little waitress knows perfectly well
The wonders and details of heaven and hell
Where she sits you at the regular bench
With that odd somehow familiar stench
Where friends dwell, though you’ve never seen their face
And the band plays your life while you drift into space
Where the drink is nectar only held by the gods
But, only attained after overcoming the greatest of odds
For the cool, they mark, and the old men, they know
Where the walk is slighted and slow
So take the plunge, and go for a swim
And follow me to the place where the lights are dim