I'm a transient of the mind
I've left everything I knew behind
I'm in a village, I'm on new ground
I should be scared but I'm safe and sound
transient villages exist everywhere
there's an older generation waiting there
people's wrinkles, people's sighs
people's dramas, people's lies
some could say that I'm slumming
but in leaving, I'm becoming
what and who I always wanted to be
I look down, and I see me
firecrackers on the 4th of july
express no greater my reasons why
there's a celebration at stake
if I live my life and become a fake
there's a reason why I cry
when I see another person living a lie
because there by some cicrumstance
could have gone I
I'm living by my wits now, there's a bigger plan
one day you're a whisper, and the next, you're a man
endless worlds of mental images
useless, unending personal scrimmages
people stuff can keep you blind
the heart can leave it all behind
running on my life now, finding my way. |