An attempted attachment to me, Yeah, that comes from the dark. I see you for what you are, you see, As you shine your false light, so dim, a sinister mark. Your attachment to me cannot stand, It shatters on the sacred sound. OM goes the voice, the command Of this Lonely Piper, where truth is found. You’re using my love and my songs, To show the world your light is just as strong. But I see what is wrong as I write what belongs, A new song to right every wrong. It’s all just a facade, this desperate show, You cling to the darkness, hoping I won’t know. So I give you a nod, a polite, hollow grace, No time like the present to name this place. For deep in the den, the viper is sneaking, Her whispers, her schemes, her duplicitous meaning. But she can never come in, though her shadow may climb, For the threshold is guarded by rhythm and rhyme. Golden light can never be dimmed, Its source is eternal, its power unskimmed. It’s all over and always has been, you see— The Lonely Piper’s gold is the truth, and it sets me free.
