Blind Sublime

It looks a dream And feels the same I could conquer it And still feel sane The soft hills and shores Beguiled and silent nights The sun waits softly We talk a lot Too much to say We're still too proud It looks a dream And feels the same I could conquer it And still feel sane It looks a dream And feels the same I could conquer it And still feel sane The people best Are simple here And thoughts escape me No fear, no judge No burning fear Their eyes don't pierce Slowly worked Smoke ringed arms It's too hot to mention Slowly worked Smoke ringed arms Luck turned an ear I shout to time that nothing stays Nothing lasts and damn to change Though then I read a book a line Which says we sleep in blind sublime Deaf and dumb in human lands To break and free needs different hands To pull us to a different space Where things are wider, out of place It looks a dream And smells the same I could conquer it And still feel sane It looks like a dream And smells the same I'd submit to it And still feel sane I'd submit to it And still feel sane I'd submit to it And still feel sane