I speak in magical metaphor              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