Songs Of Mirrors

Can you know the songs of mirrors
just because you don't hear them sing?
Can the prairie know no bounds
just because you see no limits?
Has anyone gone deeper than an empty word?
I change the seasons
To suit my bearings
I take the festivities
To wrong places and times
I forget flowers
But remember some colours
I drain the silt
At the bottom of the hourglass
That fills me
Upside down
There's no falling out of this town
Some rites of madness
Pour you down
Into someone else's soul
The deranged game of money and gold
A benchmark to your prayers
I can take down all the images
Of delusions and hate
But all that is left is still forfeit
The endless game of deceit
Can't blame you for trying
CAn't blame you for trying
It's the only game
And you're dying.
The only game
Worth dying
And more.