Colors mix within your chest to paint the mountains, fields, and sea. Your heart is the purple sage, it is your destiny. That is what you must believe. That is what you have been told. It’s a truth that you can live with, it’s the only thing you know. Sage is thriving as you grow. Will you strike a match and light it? Then they’re standing by your fire. They think everyone’s invited. Once your soul has been ignited you can feel your crop depleting. You are looking around frantically for hearts to plant your seeds in. Who will follow where you lead them? Who will never criticize? When you look in their direction you see purple in their eyes. You are acting so surprised, but you know what to expect. Hypnotize the hangers-on and this is what you get.
Cult of personality...
As you’re cultivating some will flood and some will dry. Meanwhile your heart is the purple sage you burn to purify. Don’t they know there is no why? There is only when and how. All you do is snap your fingers and they gather all around. Hurt them like only you know how. Who will I choose today? Who will I make believe in me? Who will I push away? I like the ones who act that way. I like the ones I’ll never know. I like the ones who don’t look up to me, the ones who tell me so. Always and never alone. Never innocent but pure. A torch of sage will light the way, another bridge is burned. You have an experience earned. You’ve got a feather in your cap. You are the one who tells the joke. You are the one who gets to laugh. You’ve got a cult of personality...
Can you be burned by your own flame? This remains to be seen. Your heart is the purple sage, I hope it will redeem. Things are often what they seem. Too much love will waste the worth. You’ve got sage there when you need it, it can help you go berserk. You have a blessing and a curse. Admirers pray to watch you fall. Don’t they know you were born with it? Don’t they know it’s not your fault? Ask not for whom the bell is tolled when in fact it tolls for thee. You’ve got dollar signs and promises in everything you see. You speak with total honesty. You don’t take much more than you give. Your heart is the purple sage and by its principles you live. Burning’s a way to forgive. Burning is a type of art. When your sage has turned to ashes there is nothing in your heart except a cult of personality...