Wings

The curtains on my theatre are never down
And I see it in my mind
And the dreams are coming faster now, faster all the time

And I smile and sit and wander
And I breathe in the shining lives
And I feel the people glisten
And I taste their sickly knives

And the shards rain fast and ruthless
And they trick me with their light
And it trickles down my willing throat
With the day becoming night

And I need the words to conquer me
And I feel so free yet so alone
And to fly away is all well and good
When your wings can take you home