H2O Gotham
12-31-2007, 01:59 PM
Senses
Can you see me?
through a fog of preconception
where not even the lines in my face can be defined
when your mind cloudier than a london summer sky
cannot grasp hold of my essence
can you decide where the truth begins and the lies reside
can you pretend to make amends even when the face you confront
may not even be mine at all
like Plato's cave can you just see shadows dancing on the walls
and when I tear away the cover that blinds you
can you see me at all?
Can you hear me?
through a sea of noise pollution
where not even the light of my mind may shine
when the mentors of another generation preach my future
haven't heard whispers of my ambition
can you pretend to comprehend even when the sounds you hear
may not even have come from my lips
like a secret message trapped within and old school record
must I start talking backwards so you may listen
can you hear me now?
Can you feel me?
with senses trapped in a net of sensory deprivation
hopelessly lost again in another new world obsession
talking in circles preaching lessons from a long life
while groping in the darkness for the light of life long lessons
can you pretend to see the path that I have chosen to follow
can you pretend to hear the words when none of them are borrowed
open your eyes, open your ears, open your mind and find
that the real me, is better than the one you imagined
Can you see me?
through a fog of preconception
where not even the lines in my face can be defined
when your mind cloudier than a london summer sky
cannot grasp hold of my essence
can you decide where the truth begins and the lies reside
can you pretend to make amends even when the face you confront
may not even be mine at all
like Plato's cave can you just see shadows dancing on the walls
and when I tear away the cover that blinds you
can you see me at all?
Can you hear me?
through a sea of noise pollution
where not even the light of my mind may shine
when the mentors of another generation preach my future
haven't heard whispers of my ambition
can you pretend to comprehend even when the sounds you hear
may not even have come from my lips
like a secret message trapped within and old school record
must I start talking backwards so you may listen
can you hear me now?
Can you feel me?
with senses trapped in a net of sensory deprivation
hopelessly lost again in another new world obsession
talking in circles preaching lessons from a long life
while groping in the darkness for the light of life long lessons
can you pretend to see the path that I have chosen to follow
can you pretend to hear the words when none of them are borrowed
open your eyes, open your ears, open your mind and find
that the real me, is better than the one you imagined