Smoke and Mirrors

open your dreams and look inside
for a flash of smoke on a lonely night
a fleeting hope, a guiding insight
sometimes the same, from the other side
sometimes, just a place to hide

just an ordinary soul, in a paper hat crown
saving the world with a melancholy song
just a gilt French window, against your searching face
sparkling silver darkened, to a shadow effaced

don’t hold your hand out
no, dear heart, it isn’t me
you’re looking for,
its answers, the promised key
to life, the twisted mystery
it’s you, you want to see