Rice Paper Rehab

Wake to the kettle, whistle its song
Charlotte's beside me, she's been there all night long
A guest in her company, mind if I stay
You say the word lady, I'll be on my way

They call her the seamstress, dare I contest
For what good is spinning invisible thread
A string around my finger, I wonder the why
She says, boy, remember, you're tied to the sky

Try, try as I might, I can hardly catch more than a glimpse of her sight
A vanishing gift, a chance to exist aha

She brought me to Alice, on Mockingbird Hill
In wooden-walled womb we lie, naked and still
Born to an audience of a thousand green eyes
They study me gently, awaiting my cry, awaiting my cry

I've seen what's behind me, I know what's ahead
The latter is naught but a dream in my head
The scribbled confessions, the blood on the page
This rice paper rehab's, the penance I've made

Try, try as I might, I am seldom where I am, the traveler's plight
Seek ye shall find, it's all in the mind aha



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Carpenter
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