The Package Is Wrapped - Marnie Stern

I pull off a bow that is tied

To a big box but I don’t know what’s inside

There’s something rattling around, I decide

Well can I open it, my wide eyes imply?

There are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of

There are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of

The sea, these things I see, blow through

What’s right, this thing I fight, is good

You rearrange your mind, you rearrange your mind

You rearrange your mind, you rearrange your mind

I pull back a bow towards the crowds

I cannot stop even if it is allowed

I spell your name out in the sand are you proud?

The arrow arches and it comes pouring down

There are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of

There are dimensions I must enter to see what I am made of

The sea, these things I see, blow through

What’s right, this thing I fight, is good

You rearrange your mind, you rearrange your mind

Is there no way out of my mind?

I see beautiful and shimmering signs

The Celtic Knights are calling me from behind