I have a question
I can’t quite phrase
An uncanny feeling
Of being misled
Part of the choir
But only really another instrument

I never noticed
How I became
A delicate object
Under a frame
I don’t demand a violent scene
But blood in your mouth
Might feel like relief
And a note in your hand
Might give you advice
Like a lingering thought
Or light in the sky
And a circular sign
Might tell you a truth
About things that you want
And things that you choose

How do you cut
A tie you can’t see?
With endless lines
Calling to receive
Can you avoid
The fear and deceit
By closing your eyes
And joining a dream?
In each way undefined
I made a promise and I swore
If I ever were to find a solution
I’d gladly give all of myself
Over and over
And over
And over
I have a message to relay
As everything falls into a game
I can perceive
A certain release
A season reversed
Before a night
That is sheltered and still
Like a temperate child
Or a promise fulfilled
And daughters will speak
Without needed to please
Every father or friend
Who has learned to critique
Any voice beyond his

How do you cut
A tie you can’t see?
With endless lines
Calling to receive
Can you avoid
The fear and deceit
By closing your eyes
And joining a dream?
In each way undefined
And now that I’m sure
I won’t hesitate
Or try to find an excuse
Not to open and walk through the door