If I'm up before the yellow dawn
It's not a sign of insomnia
I don't need much sleep these days
I don't need much sleep
If I mumble words you can't make out
I'm not really talking to myself
But to the old ones beyond the sea
Beyond the seas and gone
You may not understand
But that's not always a bad thing
Look out over the desert
Remember there are other worlds beneath
If I watch the eagles warily
Don't assume I'm being unreasonable
I'm checking them for human features
I'm only checking
If I tell my stories differently
It doesn't mean my memories going
The best stories flow like water
Like water flows
It may seem odd
But you haven't seen what my eyes have seen
Look down at the ground
Try to imagine what's underneath
If I stare out into the distance
My mind is not necessarily absent
I may be watching for my olde brother
My older brother who's been away
And if a masked man stands before me
Don't question him or throw him out
His mask may hide divine radiance
His mask may not hide divine radiance
You ask me for answers
But you're missing the point of the riddle
Look past the words
You may glimpse something slithering underneath