Cautious Observer
Cautious observer, i feel your pain
Cautious observer planting seeds of poor fortune
This land is nothing, the sky is forever
ride that lone, rejected cloud into
a day of our memorys soft, and often harsh peril
Soul of a clown, heart of a warrior
your wounds of laughter, intwined bandages of vast psyche loss
caress you’re not yet realized disaster
seeds of misfortune are casting misty days
In which bandages loose laughter in haze
and all that is good and all which was said
empty’s out from the streets in my head
everything lost, children are dead
graves of illusion sparking false emotion
were all alive only time is uncanny
seeing through our tediously detailed masks
breaking all of us
seeds of misfortune
a card to be dealt through the ages
