Tell me what I see, tell me what I hear.
Please tell me what it means, please make it very clear.
Father tell me where I am, and tell me why I’m here.
Tell me once again, make it crystal clear
This day of visions, this din of sounds.
It’s all too big for my head, but that’s where they’re tossed around.
I got a stutter in my heart, and noise in my eyes,
Tell me what it means. Or do I dare surmise?
This day of visions to the extreme.
This breathless being, this waking dream.
Tell me what it means. Tell me what it means.
Tell me what it means. Tell me what it means.
Solid me. Transparent you.
A little ethereal, this point of view
This saturation, a little too hot.
What if what is real, is really not?
Tell me what I’ve found, hip me to the deal.
Tell me if this sound, is all I’m supposed to feel.
These pieces never fit, tell me if they ever will.
I’m so sick of it, yet I can’t get my fill.
This fascination, to which I elude.
These unplanned creations, a world unglued.
A glimpse of something not seen before.
Or remnants of a memory, I’m not really sure.
This day of visions, this din of sounds.
It’s all too big for my head, but that’s where they’re tossed around.
I got a stutter in my heart, and noise in my eyes,
Tell me what it means. Or do I dare surmise?
This day of visions to the extreme.
This breathless being, this waking dream.
Tell me what it means. Tell me what it means.
Tell me what it means. Tell me what it means.
Copyright 2010. David D. Vande Velde
