Lost in a world where you think you know where your going,
The map in your hand takes you down roads that
Never existed except in the minds of those who believe
In the myths and the stories that old men tell
When they’ve had too much to drink and the medicine fails.
Running in circles so large you can’t even tell they curve,
Cleverly avoiding what you think are walls while missing
The only way out, the only path to the one way
That isn’t as much of a lie as the stories in that book
You keep thumping while claiming to know the way free.
What is blue you say is white, what is red you say is black,
So certain that the path must be monochrome while
Totally missing the beauty of the Rainbow born inside you
Spinning in circles until someone says you’re cured and then
You find walls still too high to climb over so you just run.
Reality is not defined by what you think you see any more
Than Truth comes from a bully’s pulpit on Sunday
With song and applause from those whose own paths chase
Concentric circles through the same maze that blinds you
From seeing the wall which you are about to hit full speed.
Ahead, there is a choice, one leads out, the other deeper in,
and life is safe within the maze, unmarred by high walls
Without the confusion of what may be real and the colors
you try to deny; All your monochrome friends beg for you to stay
But the only way to escape the haze is to be Out.