| sometimes a word emerges | |
| out of the silent stream | |
| that runs beneath opinion | |
| illusion of the waking dream | |
| we are not what we seem | |
| something prevents me looking | |
| it must be for the best | |
| but still the half-heard whisper | |
| reminds me that i've failed the test | |
| to know your own unrest | |
| i know a choice is coming | |
| for peace or honesty | |
| pour concrete on the footprints | |
| from everything that you might be | |
| love will set you free |