Paradox (Pt. 2)

One day

I'd like to be standing

On a dim, blue stage

And whimsically remark to the pianist:

"Indeed, he was less of a man."

And he'd stand up in shock,

Point to the sky and shout:

"But I can see him laughing!"

And I'd say:

"Only at himself, Tom."

The music would start

The audience would wonder

The bells would chime

And she'd be mine

But it wouldn't last forever

Do you remember

When I was young

And you opened up that shadowy satchel

And I took out anything I could see

And you wondered

What I was holding?

You were confused

And I didn't know what to do

You denied, DENIED

And I became unstable

You were forced to take those mind-numbers

And I became a tool

You opened up to braniacs

With no sense of psychology

And I'd thought I'd found a way out

You and I are the same

Two sides of the same coin

A shackled lie of misdirection binds me

The way is clear

And the lucid key is near

But if I want to throw it out to sea

And scorch it with the sun

I'll have to know you