Picture out the window is razor sharp

Horizontal lines stretch out so far

Reach out for a hand in the dark



Watching all the colors drifting by

Look forever down that mountainside

Feel the cool air rise off the ground



I decide what is right or wrong

I decide what can pass or fail

I rely on my good luck charm



Stepping over oceans

Walk across the sky

Universe is shrinking

Down to size

Try to dissolve into space



No one is deceitful

Nothing untrue

Ignoring what is certain

Believe a lie

Conscience can escape from inside



Imaginary friends are stopping by

Talking aspirations of past lives

Faces seem familiar and kind