Rice Paper Rehab

Wake to the kettle, whistle its song Charlotte's beside me, she's been there all night long A guest in her company, mind if I stay You say the word lady, I'll be on my way They call her the seamstress, dare I contest For what good is spinning invisible thread A string around my finger, I wonder the why She says, boy, remember, you're tied to the sky Try, try as I might, I can hardly catch more than a glimpse of her sight A vanishing gift, a chance to exist aha She brought me to Alice, on Mockingbird Hill In wooden-walled womb we lie, naked and still Born to an audience of a thousand green eyes They study me gently, awaiting my cry, awaiting my cry I've seen what's behind me, I know what's ahead The latter is naught but a dream in my head The scribbled confessions, the blood on the page This rice paper rehab's, the penance I've made Try, try as I might, I am seldom where I am, the traveler's plight Seek ye shall find, it's all in the mind aha