Third Eye
Dreaming of that face again.It's bright and blue and shimmering.Grinning wideAnd comforting me with it's three warm and wild eyes.
On my back and tumblingDown that hole and back againRising upAnd wiping the webs and the dew from my withered eye.
In... Out... In... Out... In... Out...
A child's rhyme stuck in my head.It said that life is but a dream.I've spent so many years in questionto find I've known this all along.
"So good to see you.I've missed you so much.So glad it's over.I've missed you so muchCame out to watch you play.Why are you running?"
Shroud-ing all the ground around meIs this holy crow above me.Black as holes within a memoryAnd blue as our new second sun.I stick my hand into his shadowTo pull the pieces from the sand.Which I attempt to reassembleTo see just who I might have been.I do not recognize the vessel,But the eyes seem so familiar.Like phosphorescent desert buttonsSinging one familiar song...
"So good to see you.I've missed you so much.So glad it's over.I've missed you so much.Came out to watch you play.Why are you running away?"
Prying open my third eye.So good to see you once again.I thought that you were hiding.And you thought that I had run away.Chasing the tail of dogma.I opened my eye and there we were.
So good to see you once againI thought that you were hiding from me.And you thought that I had run away.Chasing a trail of smoke and reason.
Prying open my third eye