R.E.D.

Rivers of eyes, fellows crossing the gates of property,
Ever-never surprise, a glancing moment of hypocrisy,
Dead the sign of the abrupt stream of policy.

Rear of your left ear resounding your left eye, look inside for the tragic truth.
Evenings dawning on your fragile skull, look inside and let it be full.
Decision input on your right shoulder, look inside for the red parlor.

Rivers of the dawning end at the tip of your fading glance
Endless sleep is powerful, light is your mother calling
Deprived or free, that's what you are, an ever-moving dance.