Desert sand and blowing wind, Forever land... but where's the end? Wandering for weeks on end, Many oasis' for nature to lend. Dreaming of a place I knew, Where bees did buzz and plants did grew. Running from there to be outside Overlooking shoulders, looking to hide. That place where nothing is as it seems Has a need to be redeemed - of it cover, it's stealthish cloak. Display it for all it really is How you react is what it is - in this scheming Wicked Garden. That place of good which seemed to jam Was but a shadow of the place I am. "A horse is a horse of course, of course"? Look again, there's a hidden force. A flower - not a flower; a plant - not a plant; Not a bird, and not even an ant. All is an illusion, hiding self underneath, Covered in a comforting, calming sheath. That place, where nothing is as it seems Has a need to be redeemed, of it's cover, it's stealthish cloak. Display it for all it really is, How you react is what it is - in this scheming Wicked Garden. This place, this scolding desert place Is it better? Maybe... must keep up the pace. Looking back, I see, and I gasp, And I feel... free, at last. That place where nothing was as it seemed Had a need to be redeemed - of it's evil cloak, it's cover. Show it for all it truly is, How you feel is what it is - in this deceptive Wicked Garden. |