Counterintuitive
Bluelighter
As I step out of my own self onto this plane;
as a cold sun sets on another winter's day.
I gaze aboard as a incandescent moon does crest.
Cresting and dragging the sullen moon's night dress.
These stars that I see, I do touch as I reflect -
I reflect on my own self-incompetency.
My own invalidity; my own self depravity.
'Til bursting free like steam from a spring.
Rising... Falling... Cyclic and on-going;
Drawing... Pulling... Ebbing and flowing.
Like a shadow's dream that's always drawn back...
Always pulled back to the open night's sky
Where those who have been shackled and bound
are set free alas. Free from their pain - Free alas.
as a cold sun sets on another winter's day.
I gaze aboard as a incandescent moon does crest.
Cresting and dragging the sullen moon's night dress.
These stars that I see, I do touch as I reflect -
I reflect on my own self-incompetency.
My own invalidity; my own self depravity.
'Til bursting free like steam from a spring.
Rising... Falling... Cyclic and on-going;
Drawing... Pulling... Ebbing and flowing.
Like a shadow's dream that's always drawn back...
Always pulled back to the open night's sky
Where those who have been shackled and bound
are set free alas. Free from their pain - Free alas.
