I'm moving your mental feet
In complex dances and jigs
I'll loosen up your consciousness

Like a syrup of figs
It's time to emerge from camouflage leaves and twigs
Time to throw the fake noses and fright wigs

Time to face the music
No more metaphor
Time to decide your fate

Will you be cooked or go raw
Will you be
Rare and bloody with your soul exposed

Or well done
a charcoal surface with your insides froze
and do you feel fear

as you hear
another door close
or will you just turn away

and flow where the wind blows
and are you still satisfied with the pathways you chose
or would you like to go back

and rewrite the old prose

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Do you count the flakes
When it snows

And can you feel the heat
or only the afterglows
Do you count the flakes

When it snows

Does your life sometimes feel like one big fake !@($

A gut reaction
Instinctive spasm
in the chasm

And do your problems metamorphose
into rubiks cubes
Keep twisting and turning

Becoming more confused
Do you sometimes feel
like you've been used and abused

Your not visibly black and blue
But on the inside bruised
And does your love life

leave you feeling kinda bemused
You've played all the games
And you're no longer amused


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Sometimes it feels like I'm looking through a pain of glass
I can see your mouth move but can't hear the words


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