when you can want something you hate,    and lie in perfect honesty   from every angle things are crystal clear    when you doubt things of which you're sure    something seems just beyond your hand    you wonder if your living second rate    is my mind too open,    is my heart still beating    do my eyes betray a hint of loneliness    or an ambiguity,   i only want to see the light    when every word makes perfect sense    in every single line you read    but every single line seems to conflict    and the perspectives that i see    a picasso reality    i'm seeing truth through sheets of opaque glass    where does reason stop, and romance begin   i feel the ghosts hitchhiking on the wind    and since when did following your heart become a sin,   I only want to see the light