Can´t See The Picture

who's wide open? you walk around it and laugh around, its all been done
i said something but nothing sounded the words just drowned, i choked on them

and you could say that interpretation
is often judgement yet open ended,
and hiding places they yield salvation
like one way tickets and lives pretended

can't see the picture with these eyes, or even what was on my mind
you sold a story and a line, to recompense or justify
abbreviated math and rhyme, to keep these moments synchronized
can't see the picture in this time

who just burned up like ash on wednesday. let the record play, it spun all day
which direction leads to resurrection no i cannot say, i've lost my way