Changing Trees

The skulls and rapture
Is trying to capture
The matrix night and day
A quest in vain
Driving insane
Too many, times have played
In the sun
Nothing won
The lessons on your own
Every one
Struggle with none
Caring for what has grown
It’s all the same
Except for the strange
Nothing is left to know
No longer lame
New rules of the game
Only from what you’ve grown
Call it a dream
A natural seed
Waiting for your sight
To see the tree
Never is free
Thorns cover up the right
Burn it through
Cut the noose
The left has gone to waste
Never again
Turn your back on a friend
Only will find are stakes
It’s all the same
Except for the strange
Nothing is left to know
No longer lame
New rules of the game
Only from what you’ve grown
It might get lonely
A tree is only
Receiving from the scene
Good and bad
Foundation or fad
Nightmare and the dream
That started when
You’re left for dead
Nothing is left to grow
Plow away
Can’t ignore your fate
Rivers that always flow
It’s all the same
Except for the strange
Nothing is left to know
No longer lame
New rules of the game
Only from what you’ve grown