Ooh rah ustra, ura ‘jen
Kendra mevdra rubiken
Ooh rah ustra, ura ‘jen
Pentra levra mushawell
Michael sidesteps tricks and traps
Michael hears the thunder claps
Michael sees beyond the seams
Michael plays the counter themes
Clara steps and hears and sees
Clara fears the melody
Clara sometimes shades her view
In harmony but out of tune
Jill sees what she wants to see
Jill hears music in the breeze
She follows rules and pretty lights
She dances, laughs and smiles bright
Zed crafts his world from still and dark
He wants to play but won’t sign up
Zed don’t care for P’s and Q’s
Zed marches to his arcane rules
John wends his way on lonely roads
John leaves no trail in sand or snow
John asks “why?” from time to time
John hears “because” from earth and sky
Clara, Michael, John, Jill, Zed
Dim phantasms in my head
Do I have the eyes to see?
Or is this just self-mockery?
Michael fears for Clara’s eyes
Michael thinks that Jill is blind
Michael ponders what Zed sees
Michael ‘s lost John in the trees
Clara runs at Michael’s pace
Clara meets Jill face to face
Clara thinks Zed’s lost his mind
Clara’s not sure where John hides
Jill finds Michael out of place
Jill envies Clara’s flair and grace
Jill calls Zed a “silly goose”
Jill doesn’t know a “John”
Zed likes Michael warily
Zed likes Clara too
Zed thinks Jill’s a lot of fun
Zed tells John his truth
John reflects in Michael’s eyes
John thinks Clara’s in disguise
John with Jill is all alone
John joins Zed in dreams he’s wove
Michael, Clara, Jill, Zed, John
Bless these thoughts I rest upon
If I die before I wake
Which one of you will take my place?
Michael thinks himself a god
Clara says “that’s how life is”
Jill peers in her looking glass
Zed doubts that he exists
Jill, Zed, John, Mike, Clarabelle
The well paved path takes us to hell
Deeper in and further on
There’s no way out now we’ve begun
Jung brought us the archetypes
They’d been hanging around all along but in the corners, the shadows
Beneath it all, beyond the seams
Jung brought them into the light and expected our thanks
Like the inventor of a new tool, a pet rock, sticky notes
Archetypes at our table, sharing our meat, our wine, our song
See, do you see, do you see, can you see
How simple it all is, the cosmic unconsciousness
Can you see where we are now, do you see, do you see
I see, I see the dark shapes, I see the strings, I hear the bells
But not with my eyes, I see not with my eyes
Where are my eyes, I can’t find my eyes, I can’t see my eyes
We walk to work, we crave the morning coffee, we pay our bills, we bake our cakes
Like a demonic possession the a-priori otherness shapes our thoughts, our hopes, our dreams
One foot after another, free will the binary act of a prisoner in a cell
10 by 10 by 10 by life
Now I see, I see, but not with my eyes, where are my eyes
It’s all in the perspective boy
Door number 3, door number 3, what’s behind door number 3
You are
Ha ha ha ha
Jillian, Clara, Zed, John, Mike
Michael, Clara, Jill, Zed, John
Clara, Michael, John, Jill, Zed
Jill, Zed, John, Mike, Clarabelle
Zed, Jill, Clara, Michael, John
Clarabelle, Mike, Jill, John, Zed