I can't see you

My visions gone but I can fly

One step ahead and leave it all behind



One step ahead from where I am

A little clam in a little shell inside

From common sense of human cold

From breeding mold and feeding lunacy



Where high is high on digging gold

I run away from being sold to me



My mind glued to the ceiling

Searching sense on an empty floor



My body glued to the feeling

Holding on behind the door



Don't make me stay

Raise your sails in the wind and pray



I can't see you

The light is out but I can feel

I feel the snow that someone wrote my name on



I feel the trenches on my skin

The raven song I hear is still the same one

My mind glued to the ceiling

Searching sense on an empty floor



My body glued to the feeling

Holding on behind the door



My tongue glued to the palate

Hopes the wisdom is on the way



My will mixed in a salad

Soaking in day after day