Reality

If I could speak to the breeze
 What would she teach?
 I'd ask politely for peace
 Or some guidance at least
 Perhaps she'd tell me to leave
 Conceal the secrets in the air that I breathe
 If I could speak to the sea
 What would she preach?
 I'd ask her what does it mean, to know the depths of belief?
 Perhaps she'd guide me beneath
 Reveal the meaning in the fathoms unseen
 Then they'd say reality, was never for me
 Reality, was never for me, never for me
 If I could speak to the trees
 What would they plea?
 I'd watch the wind thieve their sees
 Lend them moments to grieve
 Perhaps they'll bleed just like me
 Deliver their message in the words that I read
 If I could speak to the leaves
 What would they heed?
 I'd ask them what do they seek?
 As they descend from the trees
 Perhaps they'd rest at my feet
 Administer healing in the tea that I drink
 Then they'd say reality, was never for me
 Reality, was never for me, never for me
 How am I to understand
 Everything I am
 If I don't look beyond the thoughts I have?
 Learning that it takes some time
 To separate the mind
 And I just wonder now
 If all that I have ever known
 Is all that I was ever shown
 Questioning who sees behind these eyes
 Maybe If I find a reason, that lasts beyond the seasons
 I'd ask if reality was ever for me
 Reality, was never for me, never for me
 If I could see the supreme
 What would he think?
 If he stood in front of me, would I believe?
 He'd ask me to take a sit
 Pour us a drink
 And show me all I could be
 
 If I could speak to the breeze
 What would she teach?
 I'd ask politely for peace
 Or some guidance at least
 Perhaps she'd tell me to leave
 Conceal the secrets in the air that I breathe
 If I could speak to the sea
 What would she preach?
 I'd ask her what does it mean, to know the depths of belief?
 Perhaps she'd guide me beneath
 Reveal the meaning in the fathoms unseen
 Then they'd say reality, was never for me
 Reality, was never for me, never for me
 If I could speak to the trees
 What would they plea?
 I'd watch the wind thieve their sees
 Lend them moments to grieve
 Perhaps they'll bleed just like me
 Deliver their message in the words that I read
 If I could speak to the leaves
 What would they heed?
 I'd ask them what do they seek?
 As they descend from the trees
 Perhaps they'd rest at my feet
 Administer healing in the tea that I drink
 Then they'd say reality, was never for me
 Reality, was never for me, never for me
 How am I to understand
 Everything I am
 If I don't look beyond the thoughts I have?
 Learning that it takes some time
 To separate the mind
 And I just wonder now
 If all that I have ever known
 Is all that I was ever shown
 Questioning who sees behind these eyes
 Maybe If I find a reason, that lasts beyond the seasons
 I'd ask if reality was ever for me
 Reality, was never for me, never for me
 If I could see the supreme
 What would he think?
 If he stood in front of me, would I believe?
 He'd ask me to take a sit
 Pour us a drink
 And show me all I could be