Chimaera

Like to speak of turning the page
Starting over, beginning again
Let me show how I found a new way
With each cut made, I follow the grain

Are we just a flare on a lens?
A trick of light in the end?
A skimming stone on the water
The sharpest blade has made things real again

Hear the worn and wet of each day
Are like milestones along the way
Each path chosen, each step that I take
Leads me deeper in this golden place

Are we just a flare on a lens?
A trick of light in the end?
A glimmer of flame at the field's edge
The sharpest blade has made things real again

Buried inside this empty land
Traces bring me back to earth
Footsteps made, the paths I've followed
Who I think the place I am from?

What seemed a great adventure
Now feels like a dream that's ending
What is real remains uncertain'
Where is home where I'm meant to be?