Persistence of Memory (Lost Within)

Sweeping the dirt away from the sand,
A vagabond man in a world
Stares at a magic mirror.

It shows his greatest wish, his one desire,
But the blue sky fire melts
Glass back into the sand.

He's left with the remnants of a mirage.

The hand twists full speed
As the nomad bleeds
His thoughts on the dry ground-
Gulping it down-
"What life to be a muse
With a will just to lose
All love all loss all right all wrong
For the sake of a song"
And all he can know
Passes with the whisping
Of the gold brown snow...

He realizes that he lost himself somewhere,
Somewhere within the mirror's image
Where there was no time.

But age set in for both, once magic now plain,
A true depiction of pepper grey hair
And a face full of lines.

Left with the senility of a glass.

The hand twists full speed
As the nomad bleeds
His thoughts on the dry ground-
Gulping it down-
"What a life on the move
Without will and a muse
All love all loss all right all wrong
And even without song"
And all he can know
Passes with the whisping
Of the gold brown snow...

Sweeping the dirt away from the sand,
A vagabond man in a world
Stares at a magic mirror.

It shows his greatest wish, his one desire,
But the blue sky fire melts
Glass back into the sand.

He's left with the remnants of a mirage.

And all he can know
All he can ever know
Passes with the whisping
Of the gold brown snow
Ablaze with the fire of gods
And saturated with the
Blood of all his thoughts

And all he can know
All he can think
All he has ever thought
Are left in the remnants of a mirage