I woke one day
To find I was still dreaming
Living without shame
Those days I can't remember my name...

Can't rule out the possibility
That I've died, and am now being punished
For the sins I have committed

Lately my world keeps getting smaller
Shrinking to fit what I can do
no halls to wander, walls encase me
floors and ceilings closing in

Seeing without knowing, feeling without growing
If there'd been animals at the watering hole
They'd have looked up suddenly this morning

The laws of nature repealed 
Like a slow-motion train wreck, 
can't turn away
Knowing the ending before we begin
But powerless to change the lane...

I'm often startled by the contrast
Between history and belief
Ignorance and knowledge
Both passed on to future generations
It's never clear which is which
Until the lens of time is applied


Crusaders and Provocateurs

Blunt Objects