When you cover up your soul
do you cover up your mind
does it look any different
much of the time
Well I know the times
are trying
and I know the feelings
are dying..
but the stars reach out
to the blinding
Mad twisted short sited
livid..
the invitation is always open
you know the score
it's playtime here
in the ocean
Regergitate,
investigate..
but does it stand to reason
or is it just
poetic masterbation..
I don't know for sure..
does it really matter
flip it over..
dust it up..
the power
is in your thought..
I led you to the door..
it's up to you to walk through..
we'll be seen again..
fair thee well..
my sweet son..
