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When I awoke things seemed fantastically new a bird mocking frog, indeed, what a peculiar view This dream like land is littered with blues a paradise alive, lost if i choose  Twice haunting eyes watch in a slippery cave my own demise must be a water filled grave Theres a spot in this river where the magic runs thicker with the fireflies abuzz making me sicker Taunted and badgered by birds all the same they glow and they bicker calling my name  And the cattails dance singing of sweet sorrow while moths gloat shining the light they borrow I grant I may be more lost and a stranger scared and alone in an everglade danger There’s a point on the horizon where you can’t seem to see me  but theres a sky in this river where I can see clearly  If this moon’s a mirage, then the birds must be too I’ll close my eyes tight and then calm will ensue  Why do they tease, why won’t they clear? will they leave me alone if I admit what I fear? That the world I once knew is no longer here? As the stars and the birds watch me below,  I realize I left myself long ago At least with certain I can avow  there will be no more birds now.