"Optical Illusions"

a meteor smashes through my window,
never asked for this stellar gift,
it crashes down without invitation.
the shattered glass in my hands,
my adamantium plans,
drifting away in the wind like plumes of sand.

and I had the telescope to see it all,
refused to watch the bullet fall,
oh, the walls around my eyes.

a jet plunges through my bedroom ceiling,
all I own begins to shake and fall,
can't fathom any meaning or reason.
everything here is left in pieces,
the heartache in me unravels and increases,
I'm desperate enough to seek painful releases.

and I had advance and ample warning,
I could see my romantic dinner burning,
oh, I'm yearning,
yearning for the answer to my question,
wanting to understand this final decision,
yearning for the answer to my question,
wanting to understand...
if this is obsession then call me obsessed,
if this is depression then that's what it is.
oh, I'm yearning for an end to illusion,
an end to my perpeptual confusion.