Prose - Tell Him
When what is false becomes truth
Everything he sees turns to dust
And he can no longer find creation
When he is found
Turning dust into gold
Tell him he will never know what he finds
He will never know what he finds
He thought for a day and no more
And believed his fantasy was real
But where was he was born?
The gold brightens his world
Blinding him to his gifts
Tell him what pleases him will never be found
It will never be found
A dreamer of his own choosing
He no longer has a friend
He cannot be touched by anyone
Unable to play the game
Or climb the golden staircase
Tell him his cradle will never be found
It will never be found
He can hear the calling
Even over human revelation
But he cannot grasp the hand of truth
Waiting for the dream to reveal
The eyes of believers burn
Tell him what he feels is real
What he feels is real
When you cannot understand
You are free from sense
The confusion brings calm
To a world that will never be
A world that will never be
As his soul cries for meaning
The shadow of man is stronger
And his heart can no longer win
As the dust remains
His madness has been answered
Tell him only he can see
Only he can see
