Do you even know?

I can't tell if the winds beat the winding road..
I can't tell if this was the ocean I've said to have rode..
Button bells and candle spirits won't keep me here in pain for long..
Raining tropics and snowy plains will make you where I belong..

Nothing will be as hard or harder it will seem for you,
For nothing in its nothingness will ever keep you from I, and I from you..
If the hectic abusive world of normality was to be split in two,
Think of the all the endless adventures we'd devour into.

Sonic burdens will not broaden our day,
For the muse of simplicity will come out to play.
Picnicked, Railroaded, and Trashed we've seen...
Beyond the allowing boundaries of a hateful scene..

"No trickery was done in this darkroom", yet the fear is there.
All the negatives pile up - broken in contrast of what became 'their'.
Seeing the movie screen roll onto and onwards from the plastic reel,
Fooled by the marks of production, what is fantasy and what is real?

Bounded by skins that weren't our faces, melted wax on the cotton strings.
Flowers blossoming in a peaceful bloom, doomed - the bee's malicious stings.
Peeping and peering from our shy buds, oblivious of the signs of Spring.
Vultures eat away from the ghostly flesh, allowing the truth to flee and spring.

No more should your flank be bitten and burned by sadistic misunderstandings.
The path of wisdom should not be shared to the wielded and shapeshiftings,
But they shall see your moon and mine, hide and shine in the greatest of all skies.
Burdened by not by the weakest of times, but by the shades of lunar crimes?

Unopen books of truth lay still in the sweetest and softest grasses of the Loch,
Blinded by the pitiful cries of everyone's unanswered pleas they want to unlock.
Lost and unworthy of their confidence, they confide in the crowd.
Broken from endless lonesome hunger to scream and shout aloud:

Do you see me?
Can you hear me?
Do you sense me?
Do you even know?