Shattered Glass

Smoke fills the room,
with castles in the air-
I weave them all upon a silver loom,
look up if you dare-
I wonder where I? m going,
And where I belong,
What this plastic world can offer me-
The only truth I understand,
Is that within my song,
And in the smoke-filled pictures that I see-
Threads without any ends,
tangle in the chandelier-
Within the smoky corners are my friends,
and no one knows they? re here-
Music floats to the ground,
dragons fly on the wing-
And in their dance, they whirl the whole room? round,
above the heads of those to whom I sing-
Smoke fills the room,
with castles in the air-
I weave them all upon a silver loom,
look up if you dare-