The man said nothing is real

While making a sweeping gesture with his right hand
It's a simulation he says, all of it, nothing is real

I remember singing row row row your boat
Reminding me to be happy, because live is a dream

Again the man states while gesturing, nothing is real
Strawberry Fields, nothing is real, nothing to get hung-up about

The Hindu call it Maya, all an illusion, nothing is real

Science gods working toward virtual reality
Where we can't tell simulation from life, nothing is real

Back to the subtle pool of dark
and deep that lay below illumination.
Wriggling, slippery scales of black
In a pool so deep it's hard to see,
hard to grasp.

Down the hall, in the realm of control,
pulling into light a dark shadow.
Maybe two, at the least one.

Pull it close,
touch it in mind,
know it and hold it,
just to let it go
into a watershed of tears.

It will eat ones self,
chewed by its kind.
So deep and dark, subtle and fooling
this pool of mind.

There was a time
when you could move mountains
with your smile, and the earth
was such a beautiful bridge.
Now, Ursa dips deeply into
the dark well of sky while
little sister plays hide-and-seek,
perishing thoughts that ride down in bitter cool.

How can you or I claim innocence
when we have both been here before,
shall we cast down our glance in shame
having lied through eyes of stolen charm.

Our birth is breached
as we cling tight to earlier yearnings,
and the wailing wall sounds
a whisper to the cry in my mind.

Those times when in spirit,
our fingertips would brace,
prying open closed hearts
that had been slammed shut
by a life swung hard.
What fear brings this memory,
doesn't every tree stand alone
until you look below the ground.

Way up
in these clouds,
just as my expectations
did fall hard
on my head
full of child-like dreams.

Remembering a future
and ignoring a past
that could break any
fragile strong-man
on any brand new day.

Why can't I
make you
leave me alone,
even here,
up in these  blue skies,
above these white clouds
so far away from home.

She will smash
every wine glass.
They are all broken,
but not here heart.

She will walk barefoot
from room to room,
while her feet are bleeding,
but not her heart.

She will drink him up
until her heart aches
and her head hurts
but not her heart.

I can be some brutal
or so you say you can tell
but stop and look again
this could be a match made in heaven
for two angles straight from hell

So shake those dice baby
and give them a roll
By the time they hit the velvet
you know which way it's going to go

I know very well  what it's like to be drunk
and I know what it's like to be sober
I know what it's  like to be young
and quickly growing older

We could do it up just like a drug
You don't have to convince me
I'm already sold
It's back to throwing out a lifeline
to draw some heat
out of this mid-winters cold