I journeyed out to find
...And here along the way
Having glimpsed my mind
And holding little sway
What fascinated first
Had become cliche
For what was blessed was cursed
And God feels far away
A blessing once upon a time
Was treated as a high
By my own hand and tongue, and I’m
A shriveled ghost, a sigh
Persuade me to embolden now
Regain the mystic eye
To see the golden glow somehow
Without the paper tie
The crispness of this air
Feels like a fetter, oh
I long for sweet despair
I’m getting better though
One day I will be healed
Or ...I like to think so
Toward the great reveal
The conclusion of this show
Inexorably, I go