Diverting Direction (1978)

The telephone in my dream is silent

It need not ring anymore to remind me

What had been received was already sent

To those who were to blind to see

The doors are locked and will never open

Closed for the future and the past to remember

Reminiscent of some unforgettable sin

That began fourteen months ago in September

The lights have flickered to the dimness of reality

My house is dark and therefore resists reflection

The spirits are lifeless along with their deity

So come forth new ruler and show no rejection

Discovered you were in a school and saw you in a coffee shop

Spoken words from your lips come forth. An interesting conversation.

Alert and wise. Remembers well and doesn't ever wear a watch

Telling time is of no concern. I have been brought to that realization.

Not to know that opportunity fails in places of seclusion

Try again to seek new goals of peculiarity and subversion

Secret places hold riches that hinder desperate intrusion

Knowing if you must what is behind the doors of reversion

Eyes are glancing towards that ceiling of white

Hands busily working with paper and grass

The dream has begun so follow what is right

You walk water when he stains the glass

Don't leave when it is important to stay

Interested enough to seek new adventure

Pleasure in what you may find today

Tomorrow becomes prospective indenture

Not hearing those rings and knocks

Shouldn't bother those who don't care

Importance lies in the future talks

And games of truth and dare