I took a chance to look behind the mirror
I hoped to see what most refuse to see
Though in that moment things seemed so much clearer
They were fooling me
I took the time to stop and smell the roses
But didn't trust my nose eventually
My cherry whines as turpentine exposes
The turn of the card
You see
Some say that patience makes a better man
The less you know the more you'll understand
For when your freedom grows
Merit's forced above need
I took a clue to search my heart for something
Brought to mind what I still hope to find
Our greatest efforts sometime come to nothing
The blind leading the blind
I took a breath and turned the volume higher
Still didn't hear what the noise was all about
But as the flames swam high atop the pyre
I started working it out
No doubt
Some say that patience makes a better man
The less you know the more you understand
For when your freedom grows
Merit's forced above need