With ritual illusions

Rule this irrational day.

For I dance to songs,

that no longer belong

in this world of wicked dismay.

With fitting transgressions

That belies false possessions

It is I that in due season must pay.

For my belligerent dreams

Are not what they seem,

And vivid chaos rules the day.

So dance along

And sing your song,

And forget me not I pray.

For lost am I

In this prison of mine,

Forever chained by time.

So tell me now, and gently please,

Can you feel the things I see

And see the things I feel?

Are they all just make believe?

Are they even at all real?

For I can not understand…

How they can just be?

Yet there goes you,

And there went me.

Off now…

Off into the sea,

Off…off… off…into,

ritual illusions of insanity.