sum of your personalities

Hallowed and constantly fathered by denial
saw you on a mantel piece
awoken by a book to read
wasn't enough to sell your soul away
although you don't believe
thought it was incase it's all a dream
Someone bought you sampling desire
told you when to show some standards
drew a line between your low and higher
divisions of your silent sence of ethics
suffering never was a benefit
i'd like to tell you otherwise
Who would listen to a blind man and the story of his vision
how much clearer its become since distance became distancing
and something fell away from me
that is to say, as already said
incase it is all a dream