No One Knows My Plan

In my prison cell I think these words

I was careless

I can see that now

I must be silent

Must contain my secret smile

I want to tell you

You my mirror

You my iron bars

When I made a shadow on my window shade

They called the police and testified

But they're like the people chained up in the cave

In the allegory of the people in the cave by the Greek guy

No one understands

No one knows my plan

Why the dancing, shouting

Why the shrieks of pain

The lovely music

Why the smell of burning autumn leaves

No one understands

No one knows my plan

Why the dancing, shouting

Why the shrieks of pain

The lovely music

Why the smell of burning autumn leaves

In my prison cell I bide my time

Always thinking

Always busy cooking up an angle

Working on the tiny blueprint of the angle

Sketching out the burning autumn leaves

No one understands

No one knows my plan

I must be silent, must contain my secret smile

I want to tell you

You my mirror

You my iron bars

No one understands

No one knows my plan