I am not afraid
Of the rambling man
Who has no filter
Speaks in rhyme
Proclaiming the clouds
Are diamonds in the sky
I am only afraid
Of what drove him mad
If it claimed one
When will it claim many?

Father, go there
The troubles are over
Go up there, please
Show up, no more hiding
I'll wait for you
At the beach covered in minerals

The cave
Has been "the cave"
Ever since my first year
...
How would it feel
To not have a name?

Closure of a terror campaign
Which first opened
To those behind bars
For they lost all things
And are cursed
To enter a world with nothing

Abandoned
Even betrayed
They say it all gets better
Until the torment returns

Shoplifting the dreams
Of a nation cursed to sleep
Never to awaken
Once aware
Prepared to be cut out
A voice behind a broken megaphone
Waiting for a patient view
While the intellect sails across the sea.

Consider what you are
One who is able-bodied in life
Knows their place
Even when it is displeasing
We may have choice
But not over all things.