The unobserved woods and the crested meadow

The unobserved woods like the uncreated moment exists only in my mind
I set up a tent and watched the sunset knowing exactly what I'd find
Though the tree branches sway in a way they all stay the same
I knew the way out would not be the in way I came
The lying moon sold me to mars and mars to the stars
And with the money he made he built a ladder so tall
So tall above us all
Rooms we never knew existed behind our walls
Crumbs in cracks incomprehensible
The real dawn and the one I hold in my palm
To grasp a mountain you'd need a pretty big hand
Giant mugs are often filled with nothing