Arcana

He died driving in the spring time His life flashed in an instant The only thing he recognized was a garden "At least I'll be remembered well They'll take my best intentions And the truth it tells" There's no beauty in shiny things Yet the sun is gold and the moon is silver And inbetween that setting sun and her rising moon There are two colours They dance together in the center of a wonderful garden That floats effortlessly above the world He wants to understand what he saw But he is no center, ultimately decrepit, ugly and wrong The leaver completes their stroke Thus finishing the cut He wakes up behind the steering wheel Another day had passed, left a jailbroken interface Unafraid to die, now acting for a dead man Both were the last around to see him for who he was Knew his essence, hopes and blood... Though, the actor cannot remember his words And inhabits a world now grey and moored Almost completely rearranged And yet his mind still hums: All farewells are sudden Goodbye sun... Goodbye moon...