Have you ever wondered much at all. About your behavior?. Or worried about the role you play. Grey against the scenery?. . Black cloud goes by, black cloud, blue sky.
I have visions, I have views. And the sandman in my shoes. Take me dreaming where the waters lie. I have apples in my eyes. I have blackbirds in my pies.
Within the hall of mirrors. Within a crowd of you. Where you're gathering in cloudform. Refusing what is true. Uncertainties reflecting all along the way.
She saw that he closed the door. She stole a look in the guarded book. His prose was a line of crows. On a washing line in the summer time. And the wind blew the crows around.