The Clearing

I woke in the snow with my face on the pavement and icicles hanging off most of my clothes

10 picket fences for 10 perfect houses with green little gardens lined up in a row

I walked past the gardens and into the trees

And I found myself rather lost

And I picked a nice clearing

I dropped to my knees

I said I will get home at any cost

But they found me in the snow

Icicles on all my clothes

Surrounded in the splinters of 10 picket fences for 10 perfect houses

There shattered and scattered all across the road

I stand and I look at the wreckage around me

I whistle and turn

I start walking home

And it's back through the gardens and through the same trees to the clearing I passed out in before

And I threw up my hands to admit my defeat

When the chemicals erupted once more

And the clearing grew and began to bend

And all the sun light started pouring in

And you walked up, all bathed in white

And you stripped me naked

You held me tight

But they found me in the snow

Icicles on all my clothes

Surrounded in the splinters