Prussian Bazaar

Brittle
like ice on tree limbs
I broke it
crashing on the ground

Fool

Mr. Jim
you are a god

amazing

Call me up and melt me
I want to...

It's freezing
like ice on the tree limbs

Tomorrow is a new day
like sunshine
melting broken glass

meet me at the crossroads
we'll head off
to the Prussian Bazaar

delights and riches
sold for souls
look for me
intermixed with the crowd
selling hearts and minds
today could bring me down
or take me soaring

Meet me on Maple street
and we'll walk to Jupiter

I wanted to love her
but there are lots of things
I can't do right
and that seems to be one

I sold my soul
at the Prussian Bazaar
to some king of old

And I must play out
my life like a pawn
in a simple board game

Or
is this all my euphoric dream
my strange hallucination
my transparent thoughts

Or
am I nothing but
the dream of something else