Once, walking though the woods at dawn
And sunlight blistering through the leaves
That's when the keen eye sees
What's beneath the breeze, under the seeds
Is not so much what it seems
Turn your face the other way
See things different, still the same
Turn to face the other way to see things
Turn your face from the wall
Face nothing at all
Face to face too far to stumble now
No morning sun to burn through
The dark that haunts the mind, and the body, too
Racing past the retina
Singing like a dove, singing it's love
And nothing of the dreaming of
Shadows, knives, and claws, and clubs
Closing in too quick to fight or run
And legs like dwarf stars, nothing new
Head is turned to stew, arms all askew
Blood on petals, just like dew
Turn your face the other way
See things different, still the same
Turn to face the other way to see things
Turn your face from the wall
Face nothing at all
Face to face too far to stumble now
Sometimes the sun makes eyes go blind
And maybe to ignore is to be left behind
If eyes in darkness can adjust
Clearing out the dust, shedding the rust
They'll see the sights that they can trust