"I can see between things where I could not see before"

Now That I Am Crazy Now that I am crazy I can see the chemtrails too My virgin sky submitting to the markings of a beast To better keep the secret that her lock is broken Plowed and prepared to be the main dish at her wedding feast Proud silence broken too as she speaks the unspoken And the bride wears something borrowed over something blue Now that I am crazy I can see them (but can you?) I can see between things where I could not see before The timbre of my timber turned more ashen than oaken Where maybe I should not is the question I suppose And yet when I see something there I would see something more Something there or not there as if anybody knows Where freedom can be slavery when false can be true The same eye sees anew the same sky newly woken I get curiouser as my curiosity Thinks of the unthinkable and speaking the unspoken Seeks something more in the sky than before I could see Or could not or should see or should not but I see them there Combine to comb a bridal veil into the hair of air And the bride wears something borrowed over something blue Now that I am crazy I can see the chemtrails too +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX