All Is Not What it Seems

The floating cliffs of amber and the darkened canyons of sorrow
Hidden in the memory of what will be tomorrow
Sweeping across titanic distances of dark matter
If only escaping heartbreak could be like climbing a ladder,

Casually strolling down memory lane for a while
Not unlike isolation on a distant isle
Excommunicated by family with such style
Tethered on a space walk along the miracle mile,

A self imposed anomaly alone against my will
All those ghosts deep inside and they talk to me still
Then there was that Sasquatch sighting near Fort Sill
Sometimes wondering how I'd ever pay my bill,

Ramping up for a massive sighting oh what a thrill
All those Bolshevik pawns who need the red pill
How would life be if I had decided to marry Jill?
All the men who got mutilated working at the mill,

So, I'm sitting at the controls of my electronic mind
Trying to distinguish between all the lies I might find
All the logic lost can't distinguish between your kind or mine
With the temporary pleasure she brought tickling my spine,

Still trying to make that connection with one so divine
Hung over on a Sunday morning the sun begins to shine
Soon, my body tells me, it will be time to dine
What will happen when these permutations try to combine?

She could have saved me had she been so inclined
Perhaps I was just a bit too distant and refined
Isn't that just like human nature to become so maligned?
Completely oblivious to all the obvious signs,

In a weightless state deep in my troubled dreams
Something's warning me about mankind's evil schemes
Have to keep in mind everything is not what it seems
My tongue in her mouth as she comes apart at the seams.