Wake up now to what you are
and what you're not
You can run, run, run
But you can't escape
Taste is sharp like mustard seed
Finding out that what you want is not what you need
You can talk, talk, talk
But the words aren't clear
When your straightedge line curves
And obscures all that you see
When your sure-shot sight blurs
You can come to me
It's too late now, your fun's been had
Your shining, blinding myriad burned-out
And fell down, down down
To the ground
Live like flower, light like stone
You're calling friends but now you find
You're on your own
And they're gone, gone, gone
With the morning light
When the black-cloud sky rains
On your ragged company
When your thoughts slip from their chains
You can come to me
another good one:
