That black is white
You believe in your self written fable,
Well maybe you're right,
~but your not~
I'm travelling bridges that don't exist,
Well so you think,
I will walk the oceans,
I do not sink,
And yet you're confused,
Yes, deeply confused,
The sun shines,
You don't feel it,
The thunder roars,
you don't hear it,
Someone calls your name,
You don't but register a whisper,
Child, where have you gone,
Your distant and confused,
Yes, deeply confused,
The irony is screaming,
Can you hear it?
(of course you can't)
It pierces through your mind,
Like how a sword pierces the skin,
You have a sword my child,
'Tis stuck through your heart,
'Tis stuck through your soul,
A sword my child,
One you cannot grasp nor hold,
The irony screams to herald the truth,
That it is I who lives in reality, and not you,
So child, come to me,
For where have you gone?
You're distant and confused,
Yes, deeply confused.
