The Empty Mind, Wind Chimes

Look at the weather now.
Look when you're sitting outside,
the way the clouds roll and move and
find a new position.
And some say that it's God,
and some say that it's not,
some just keep looking for the answer
and forgetting the question.

Yeah, some will paint their rooms black.
The world is easier
when you don't have to look at gray,
make a new conviction.
And some say that it's right
and some say that it's wrong,
some just keep on fighting and won't
see what's going on.

Well, take a look at him.
Has he really changed all that much?
The way that he talks and he walks
and he breathes.
And you will say enough
And he will ask you why
Because you fumble for your words
when he begins to cry.

So I will get glasses
To see the world much more clearly.
But the reality does not
make more sense,
'Cause I will claim depth
between me and this wall
but it's still so illusory
like the mind's subtle call.

You say that you breathe
and you swear that you feel
and you know you exist
but you still cannot deal
with the fact that a thought
has been wrought on your mind
like the wind every night
and every damn time
it blows through the leaves
and it leaves you alone,
the idling tone of a
lonely telephone.

It will hurt so bad
to admit to yourself
that the ideas in your head
are just space on a shelf
because we're all just chemicals
and neurons that fire,
like a creature of metal,
electricity and wire.

So next time you claim,
sweet darling of mine,
to love someone so much,
consider wind chimes.
Does the wind truly whistle
and make a sweet song?
Or is it just open space
that cries when you're gone?