Dreamweaver

He’s staring out the window
Resigned to life enslaved
A maze of introspection
A mind he can’t escape

His shame attained by other men
The fruit of what they think of him
Illusion of contentment
A mask that eats the soul

Dreamweaver
Let me be free
I’m tired of me

I don’t think I can stand it
I’ve been here for too long
I tried to lead this simple life
But I keep going wrong

Our fears betray a prisoner
Of Industry confined
We fall down at the altar
In vain
To see the light

You are not free
You’ve a will
And It binds you
The future has been pre-ordained
“But how can this be?”
Cries the heart
Deep inside you
Surrender all need
Put the self in exile

Dreamweaver
Consume my desire
Provide me relief
I need to be free

For there is no end
In all that I seek
Continual becoming
I can never be