Breakfast - Ilan Eshkeri

Lucidity came slowly I awoke from dreams of untying a great knot It unraveled like a braid into what seemed were Thousands of separate strands of fishing line Attached to coarse behavior, it flowed A calm, it urged, what else is here? How's it feel to be at the center of magic To linger in tones and words? I opened the floodgates and found no water No current, no river, no rush How's it feel to stand at the height of your powers To captivate every heart? Projecting your visions to strangers who feel it Who listen to linger on every word Oh, it's a rush Oh, it's a rush But alone, it feels like dying All alone, I feel so much I want my offering to woo, to calm, to clear, to solve But the only offering that comes It calls, it screams, there's nothing here How's it feel to be at the center of magic To linger in tones and words? I opened the floodgates and found no water No current, no river, no rush How's it feel to stand at the height of your powers To captivate every heart? Projecting your visions to strangers who feel it Who listen to linger on every word Oh, it's a rush Oh, it's a rush