Darkling you walk into the light
Staring blind wrong from right
Sweating palms clutch a shadows hand
You only survive because you dont understand
The wind carries voices but theres nobody there
The bush is burning but the mountain is bare
The light of the body is in the eye
Its where neither rust corrupts nor moths fly
Its where the treasure is
Its where the heart is
Its where each seeks life in his own abyss
Where you’re crucified by the other’s silence
Waiting on night to deliver your bliss
Your soul’s at peace in a world of violence
The divine divided by divinity
Trapped in the madding throng
Walled in the other half of your insanity
Your dreams are all real your reality all wrong – Nausher