I sleep in a world which you can not see
I dream of the things which can not be
I float on a pond of soft golden hue
I live for the things that I can not do
I see how the future forms from the past
I see all of you, yet I know I'm the last
I feel the dimensions tear as they ebb
I see how your loves and obscure, deadly web
I feel all your wants and I know all your hates
I know the patience of evil that silently waits
I live in your lies yet I die of the truth
I watch life decay like a rotted, black tooth
I look at the past and see my world change
I open eye three, a perception so strange
I see a minstrel of dark and an angel of light
I battle with them for neither is right
I call down the heavens then ally with hell
I have so many tales which I can not tell
I float on a pond, so stagnant and black
I shake off the past. Theres no turning back
Chris Townsend
1998
