Shall I say we can stand back and withdraw
Or is that something that's impossible?
For nothing's ever like it was before
Unless it's floating and invisible.
So spirit dwells in us and it refrains
From showing off its happy smiling face
Unless we let our muscles and our veins
Contract around the circle of a space.
And in a circle then we show our eyes,
And they're the only things that really smile
Unless our hearts are full of hate and lies
But that deception only lasts a while.
So though we bury feelings deep inside,
The pages of our self are open wide.