when you can want something you hate,

and lie in perfect honesty

from every angle things are crystal clear

when you doubt things of which you're sure

something seems just beyond your hand

you wonder if your living second rate

is my mind too open,

is my heart still beating

do my eyes betray a hint of loneliness

or an ambiguity,

i only want to see the light

when every word makes perfect sense

in every single line you read

but every single line seems to conflict

and the perspectives that i see

a picasso reality

i'm seeing truth through sheets of opaque glass

where does reason stop, and romance begin

i feel the ghosts hitchhiking on the wind

and since when did following your heart become a sin,

I only want to see the light