A door closes while a window
shatters
Broken open, falling glass
Rains upon the bushes
Forced opportunity
Multicolored lights
Dance in the wind;
Only you can change yourself
Sparrows falling, flailing; crushing trees
Fall through the forest of lost;
Isle of the damned, where is it
Where the children play?
Cascading dreams
Stumbling in grass
Serpent slides in souls
Can't we go past, walk the land
Where the sun sails?
A lot of places are shattered
When you grow
Sheep flying; propellers, raise
We've got another fence
We need to clear
Ants marching side-by-side
Sharpened blades of sun
Bring us to the land
We have to go
Wasn't there a time
When we loved?
Perhaps we have flown away
Lead feet paint pictures
Of worlds far gone
Sleepers long lost
And times we remember best
Rationed suffering
In the irrational minds
Sleep, and bring us home
Author's Note
I was trying to be really vague and figurative and confusing, like in those acid rock songs of old . . . I think it came out more muddled and confused than I had intended, but eh, one deals. *shrug*