In a hollow trance on a step without wings Stitching the pieces back into the mind Never could tell it like it really was It was just something you'd have to find He was there when the storybook opened Trying to read the words as I scribed He warned me about all the charmers Whose talk was just meant as a bribe Now he owns half of the brain of another And the other half he sells to the thieves If he thinks for himself it won't matter Unless it's something he wishes to believe In a hollow world in a trance without wings With images that broke up the mind I never knew what it really was But it was something I thought I could find Coming out of a shell of judgment Into a place that sells plastic wings Never witnessing self indulgence Till I saw what deception can bring Every page he turned corner folded The story faded before it could end I didn't write it the way it was spoken Being deceived by my mental pen As I sit in a trance with hollow wings Closed the book and looked skyward bound I know now it's not what it really was But something I wish I had never found