Living in another realm of time
awaiting great friends barking "you're a fraud"
until that minute the stomach rots
all that dancing in the wind was deliberate
or the opposite
In the sunscented light
felt the eye
begin to burn
lost all sight
I'm still blind
how to see if the spots never subside
and I got it bad
I know you'd hate to hear it
soon as I see the light I know the dark is coming
you've got it bad
you know I loathe to hear it
your canvas blank
forgotten painting
in the sunscented light
felt the mind
begin to turn
masking eye
I'm still blind
how to see if the spots never subside
