(0401) smoke and mirrors

so much for drowning out that noise.. tomorrow's already a wasteland..
been up and down this ride before.. but still holding out for more..
we couldn't stand beneath the weight.. we never knew just why it started..
now, things just aren't quite like before.. no need to hold out for more..
this apple tastes just like an orange..
and this orange reminds him of an apple..
but all these pursuits of human nature will only rot our teeth..

so this love is never in decline.. it doesn't waiver in the high winds..
the last remains of deconstruction will always be there through time..
so long to thinking what i thought.. so long to faithless assumptions..
too many paradigms to shift.. too many roads to travel..
somehow, i've cracked the secret code.. but just to realize there's nothing..
nothing but circumstance and style.. nothing but smoke and mirrors..

nothing but imagination..

but imagination enhances the blurring and distorts your fields of view..
this is why i've learned to feel warm on the coldest of cold afternoons..