Paprika

Lucidity came slowly

I awoke from dreams of untying a great knot

It unraveled like a braid into what seemed were thousands

Of separate strands of fishing line

Attached to coarse behavior it flowed

A calm it urged—what else is here?

How’s it feel to be at the center of magic

To linger in tones and words?

I opened the floodgates and found no water, no current, no river, no rush

How’s it feel to stand at the height of your powers

To captivate every heart?

Projecting your visions to strangers who feel it, who listen, who linger on every word

Oh it’s a rush!

It’s a rush!

But alone it feels like dying

All alone I feel so much

I want my offering to woo, to calm, to clear, to solve

But the only offering that comes

It calls, it screams—there’s nothing here!

How’s it feel to be at the center of magic

To linger in tones and words?

I opened the floodgates and found no water, no current, no river, no rush!

How’s it feel to stand at the height of your powers

To captivate every heart?

Projecting your visions to strangers who feel it, who listen, who linger on every word

Oh it’s a rush!

It’s a rush!