All is not well What monsters you make of them The play's the thing Make a heaven of hell With dance and delight A prince of power Believe me, king of shadows, Torpedoed I've gone numb Searching for a meaning Time to forget Wretched, rash, intruding souls, They run away Serpent stung Most delicate Abomination What cannot remember Spring come September Something more than seeming Reckless measures O I need only patience What need for ten? For five? For one? An excuse to fly It's treason otherwise Searching for a meaning Something more than seeming