Wyrd Vision (at the Bellows show)

And the show was over in a cloud of smoke
And the smoke reminded me of a foggy yellows
Of a yellow car with the gasket blown
And a basket on a bicycle with a bellowing horn

At the bellows show with my spirits low
With the window facing me, i was in the zone
Nothing to declare
No, there's nothing there
I have nothing to say to you - were you expecting something cool?

There was something raw and discretely shown
About the vision in the window pane, the reflecting glow
Saw a silhouette
It was me, i guess
I was compartmentalized in a pane of glass
To be vaguely seen as a human being
To be a vision in a window pane staring back at me

Can you see your self? or maybe someone else
When you think about your face is it weird and yellow?
Is it vaguely seen? are you a human being?
Is your reflection staring back at you what you want to see?
No, of course it's not
At least its not for me
But its not so terrible when I see it squarely
It's a vague idea of the way you're here
Of the corpus gifted you by a couple beings
Doesn't mean too much, or maybe nothing at all
But it shows you where you start, where you want to go

You can see it all in a silhouette
The dimly lit weird shape of you that you might regret
But don't dwell on things in the mirror seen
Just the physical shape of you
Worn so preciously
When you let it go - maybe at a show
Suddenly the rest of you starts to show
What you left unseen as a human being
You gotta let the rest of you overtake your body
And just disappear