Mister Metaphor Can't See The Picture
Who's wide open? you walk around it and laugh around, its
all been done
i said something but nothing sounded the words just
drowned, i choked on them
and you could say that interpretation
is often judgement yet open ended,
and hiding places they yield salvation
like one way tickets and lives pretended
can't see the picture with these eyes, or even what was
on my mind
you sold a story and a line, to recompense or justify
abbreviated math and rhyme, to keep these moments
synchronized
can't see the picture in this time
who just burned up like ash on wednesday. let the record
play, it spun all day
which direction leads to resurrection no i cannot say,
i've lost my way
