Faux Mirage

Never trust a psychic
Who only sees appointments
If they were truly authentic
They’d have your slot penciled in
I’m not calling anyone a charlatan
But this snake-oil seems mighty thin
Have you taste-tested your own medicine?
Yeah, this snake-oil seems mighty thin
Have you taste-tested your own medicine?

We’ve come to some oasis
Where the water tastes like truth
Filtered through reverse osmosis
And delivered to the youth
For the thirsty do not inquire
If that cup of Kool-Aid is pure
When it quenches the heart’s desire
And comforts the unsure
When it quenches the heart’s desire
And comforts the unsure

I once bought some free advice
The very best kind you can get
If they sell you your own soul at market price
That ain’t enlightenment
No, that ain’t enlightenment

It’s a three-ringed shell-game circus
Trapeze leaps of synchronicity
With all these signs between us
It’s a wonder anyone can see

The fault is not the dots themselves
Cast in constellations unforeseen
Whatever Fate’s ulterior motives
For making such a scene

You might write it off to happenstance
An offbeat quirk of circumstance
Just an act of random chance
A meaningless coinci-dance

Is it forgery or  foreordained
Sleight of hand or cosmic plan
Or just a way to keep us entertained
Seer-ing in the frying pan

I once bought some free advice
The very best kind you can get
If they sell you your own soul at market price
That ain’t enlightenment
No, that ain’t enlightenment

Nostradamus always stuck to his story
But just as quick to hedge his wagers
Missing the mark never made him worry
For it all shakes loose sooner or later

So let’s play a game of spin the tale
Let’s pin the foible on the future fable
For the Devil hides in the fine details
And Justice has Her thumb on the scales

Karmameters and alien channeling
Bone throw, Tarot toss or Me Ching
Whichever way you swing
Everything shifts with a butterfly wing

I once bought some free advice
The very best kind you can get
If they sell you your own soul at market price
That ain’t enlightenment
No, that ain’t enlightenment

Volition is like a faux mirage
It feels real in the heat of the choice
Fate comes in heavy camouflage
Imitating a stranger’s voice
Even counterfeits hold a certain charm
And if no one’s any the wiser
How does anyone find the harm?

Adorned with graven emblems
Covered in costume jewelry
Numb to the shiny conundrum
Embedded in star-struck neon marquees
Well, no side trip is out of the way
When redemption’s the destination
The sybil had her say, come what may
To a future of veiled creations

I once bought some free advice
The very best kind you can get
If they sell you your own soul at market price
That ain’t enlightenment
No, that ain’t enlightenment