MadameBastet-firing-neurons

MadameBastet-firing-neurons
You want the memory
not the reality.
You long for the ghost and
not for the person.
You want the geography
but not this city.
You want to sit in the dark
while all the world's a stage
and never never do you want
the house lights to come up.

You want the magic
but not the explanation.
You want the questions
but not really the answers.
You want to raise the dead
but leave their agonies behind.
You want one last chance
to make everything all right.

You want to live lives
in places unheard of
in times undreamt of.

You want the sleep of the dead
in the land of the living.
You want no memory
in a place where there is no forgetting.
You want hope as more than a fairytale;
You want in on the joke
You want to profit from the sale.

You want this to be real
You're scared if it is you'll bleed.
You want proof in a place
where all you have is need.

You want to believe
someone died for your sins
You want to believe
I believe! Help me in my unbelief!

You pray the prayer of the broken and lost
You sing the song of the sad man
You think about that long ago cross
You wonder if He was a madman.