once

once and once and
once again
count the skies and watch them swim
was it tomorrow or was it today
you'd had a thought that the sky went away?

Optical Ninja

Balance, that's the key.
The bit in the middle of the see-saw doesn't move.
The center of the game is where you'll find yourself again,
and this game doesn't have any rules.

The soul of the center,
If there was a soul to find.
Once upon a time i say, like a story will make it right.
But narrative, she hounds the mind.
Break it once and fix me tight.
Play this game and rules be damned,
Heaven and hell will understand;
it's all in my head, this seeming fight.
An illusion again, that i seek to continue,
it's the big lies we need, not the little.