WITHHELD

WITHHELD
1985?

Intrepid one, oh mind in vane
What stability do you try to maintain?
What is the loss, what is the gain?
Is there a lost, is there a sane?
Do you care, really try to invest
In the business of this living contest?

Lost one, lost one, walking the streets
Reflected, painted and oh so discreet
Look in your eyes, see the regret
Of the one withheld, not lived as of yet

Uncover the soul you pretend is too weak
Let loose the hair of the frail, of the meek
Open your eyes to the wisdom constricted
Open the door to the soul you’ve evicted
The siphoning thought, the senses so numb
The connected mind on the universe’s thumb

Mirror your love, you see, you see
Reflect and intensify
Magnify
Signify
Be the metamorphosis butterfly

Fly to the sun on shattered wings
Live and allow what each moment brings
Love and grasp the moment at hand
Find the map and the abstract to this land
The map is the thought that transcend transportation
The door to the world’s total relation
The door to the world’s total relation
The door to the world’s total relation