Cloud of Our Opposites

the ways of desire

release this grasp your holding
leave the mirror full of molding
let it paint the perfect picture
for you to call your own

the gods will make us wonder
why they always mark our blunder
see the image on the outside
never see whats in

will this all soon change
will this all soon end
for now its soon to rain
its pouring again

wander through your plastic playmates
but there is nothing here to mistake
all are one with statue faces
yet sneering underneath

your sight makes cry the children
who gave more than what was given
i have a thousand broken
dreams of clearing skies

could this all soon change
might this all soon end
lightning strikes this sigh
it's pouring again