I speak in magical metaphor, and sense  
comes seeking me  
I fix my eye on Spirit, and the words  
flow naturally 

I clothe myself in rags, and all riches  
envy me  
I cry with those in pain, and wonders  
visit me 

perhaps I should take to the normal way  
and douse the flames that light me up  
perhaps I should dull the fires inside  
and take to drinking from an empty cup 

perhaps passion should be wholly banned  
and love is just a waste of a word  
perhaps kindness is a silly cliché  
and one should follow the powerful herd 

and damn the vision and burn the wings  
banish all seasons, or paint them gray  
Instead let’s color the songs, let lovers sing!  
and rejoice in the rainbow and all its rays! 

I speak the tongue of flowers, and lions  
listen to me  
I lead the forests to water, and rivers  
follow me 

I fix my heart on giving and what is mine  
comes back to me  
I turn my Soul to living and the sublime  
happens to me