ANOTHER DAY
Escaping from brainwashers
and slavers of the mind
Walking through the door of innocence
Touching the hands of illusion
Falling in the abysm of existence
He doesn't know what he wants
It's in his face gliding within his eyes
He'll never say no as the illusions
grow up crawling through his head
Places and faces,
Thousand names knock on the doors
unleashing old fears
But he has to be exposed
And show his heart
Broken heart
So they can see his scared face
And the glowing eyes
That show no shame
Now he is the owl in the tree
And the rat in the grass
As the penetrating void
Spreads its wings to reach
the point that dissolves
in the obscurity of another day
27/04/92