Some Call Me Cynical

Your beginning
Outlined in color
Incapable of perceiving
Every object an artifact that's held
To this concentrated worship of this material

I cannot understand

My eyes go black and for the moment
there is a lamppost in the forest, it is the only source
I will find its light.

I seek for truth, I want to find it all.
I seek for truth, I want to love.

But if it's all lost, I count
I count backwards three times
Now look at me with my lost glassy eyes

And then they started to go
One by one they started to break through

I know you're with me
I feel you with me

But there's no sunshine or rainbows found here today

I wish I could feel something more
Nothing more
Either on print or tele
I wish I could feel something more
Nothing more
Golden slivers

Always dreaming
Always alone

I walk these fields
I walk them alone
With my dusty hands
I got from the ground
I've been here once before in a dream
I was searching
For my lamppost
And golden slivers

Remove.

But I loved these people
Yet I loved this strange life

But I want to go back
Back to where it all started
I wanted to feel something
Something better than this

But I know I can't

These dreams help me remove golden slivers