Visionaries

It's the grievance of a withering season, or the shadow you drag through the hall
It's the reason for what we call freedom, if you call this state freedom at all

Freedom when confused with luxury generates insanity
Reason, though the most precise of knives, when perverted, butchers life
Though the faculties to alter our direction lie dormant in dreams
Way beyond the ordinary confines of belief

Past the furnace of desire at the center of the mind
Where there's no more telling who is dreaming whose unfolding life

If this realm you ever find, you will burn until your eyes can't look at a single thing
Without seeing its splendour and each sensation embodies what cannot be said

Radical and visionary, you discern your original face as you fall into place
Gestures speak out loud
You perceive much more than you used to and work to contain this force
Which withers away, unless it is called upon each day

One by one, we all must shed our scales
Until this state of wisdom is as commonplace as friction is today
Visionaries journey with your own to where we all must once return



Credits
Writer(s): Lee Mason
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