Chinese Boxes

You’re like Chinese boxes
One inside the other, inside the other
One inside the other one
You’re smoking mirrors
Plastic flowers, magic spells
Misdirection, smoking mirrors, plastic flowers
How am I to know?
How am I to know?
You’re like all four seasons
One becomes the other, becomes the other
One becomes the other one
You’re daffodils and summer showers
Turning leaves on the snow
Daffodils and summer showers
How am I to know?
How am I to know?
I try and piece together clues and possibilities
I trim them sometimes in the shapes
I think they’re meant to be Still you get the best
And whatever else is left of me, still
How am I to know?
How am I to know?
You’re like Chinese boxes
One inside the other, inside the other
One inside the other one
One inside the other, inside the other
One inside the other one