Sight Unseen

Whose fields are you creeping?

Whose crops are you reaping?

I’ve noticed a change in your gait

Your white knuckles curling 

And scythe ever-whirling

You ache with the day growing late

So viciously thrusting

Yet cutting at nothing

The townsfolk are staring your way

And wheat sheaves like statues

Are scowling down at you

A wonder how you’re not ashamed

Climb off the canvas

Before the paint dries

It’s not the place

For your colourful lies

Golden horizon

Blood-red demise

Paint me a sight unseen

Fake wool and cheap posing

Your image eroding

While walking the town late at night

And sipping your brandy

They call you a dandy

All soaked up in selfish delight

You’re rooted in fable

And proving unable 

To keep your illusions in line

You’ve tried to be winsome

But failed to convince them

That you were not second in line

Climb off the canvas

Before the paint dries

It’s not the place

For your colourful lies

Golden horizon

Blood-red demise

Paint me a sight unseen

And as you start falling

A new town is calling

You love to move on when you lose

To seek out the sightless

Before the noose tightens

Your true self is lost in the ruse

Climb off the canvas

Before the paint dries

It’s not the place

For your colourful lies

Golden horizon

Blood-red demise

Paint me a sight unseen