Funny Little Thing

There were days when I was so easily impressed
By any charming smiling sage disguise of foggy consciousness
Oh, yes, it took very little for me to get undressed
And into a state somewhere between confused
Amused
Sedated
Consolated
Oscillating and depressed
These days I try to spend more of my time playing
Hopscotch in the chem-trail grids, unafraid and always praying
To the sky whose limits are still undefined
Equations cracking codes in-between the lines
That I am writing
To keep myself occupied yes
To keep myself dancing on the divide yes
To decorate the void I've wished to hide
To keep it real
To keep myself from forgetting how to feel
And I've met several men now who swear that they are Jesus
Here to assert upon the world their own enlightening agendas
To seed some sort of concept of light into the darkness
Of their own projections
To feel important
To feel affection
To be remembered
Or just to be redeemed
And I, too, have worn the burdened mask of this savior complex
Wanting to sing the world out of its dissonant nonsense
Wanting to create a sacred stage where anyone could play
Any song about whomever they wanted this 'God' character to be
And in my story God wanted me to be my own messiah
God wanted me to raise myself higher
God wanted me to heal myself from the
Burns of my desire
God wanted me to heal myself from my denial
To heal myself from my addictions
To trust in love and intuition
That if I would only learn to listen,
All would be revealed (and so it was)
Revealed
And so it was revealed
And so it was
And as it were, I reveled in a masochistic dance
Revealed symbolically of course as Love and Death's crazy romance
A vicious karmic cycle that I so easily convinced
Both my light and shadow selves to jump right into head first

And whole-hearted just to heal from it breaking
Open
To heal from all the lies left yet unspoken
To weep the tears that I've been choking back
To Feel the fears
To feel their lack
And then to hear my God-self laugh

At such a funny little thing
Was such a funny little thing