Coming up
From the bottom
I see the sun through the waves

Put a man
Face to face
With his addiction
And see how he behaves

Standing tall
In a world that lies

Takes a whole
Lot of resolve
Not to step in time

The whole **** place
Has got a ***** loose somewhere

There is plenty to distract the mind
So easy for it to take the bait
I say this to you because I know you can relate

I can't hide my face
In the sand
No, Not in the middle of Winter
How do I
Remove the log
While I work on the splinter

A lost cause
I think not

Know those laws
Before you break them
Know that ***
Before it's lit

Go for the root
Not the stem
Then you can get
Down to it again

Take a ride
into the snowy white

The taxi driver said
and we were out of sight.

I think I might know what it feels like to be adopted
You know where everything is in the kitchen and how to work the dishwasher
You walk the dog, you're a part of family movie night
You're accepted and loved
But some quiet part of you
Desperately asks to go home
Even though you know there is nowhere left to go

I am a musical note in a guitar
Waiting for the touch of dexterous hands

I am a chrysalis under a paling leaf
Waiting to be turned into a butterfly

I am raw ore in the far depths of the mine
Waiting to be extracted and purified

I am a smoldering piece of coal in the hearth
Waiting to be blown into a flame

I am a rough stone under the Earth’s crust
Waiting to be hewn into a diamond

I am an antique piece long buried in the soil
Waiting excavation to become a treasured exhibit

I am a piece of canvas fixed on the easel
Waiting for the touch of a master artist

How I long to transcend my rawness
Into something better and refined

But can I do anything wholly myself
Never! Everything depends on others will too

I discern I am only a flickering shadow
That has existence only if there is light!

Grab my hand* he says
I know what you're going through
The cycles of firey independance
That you can make it, on your own
The wrenching despair
The flashing moment where you don't want to be here anymore
And it all seems so pointless
I know it
We don't have to be here anymore
Take my hand he says
I take his hand
And when the ensuing darkness falls around me
Like choatic endless falling stars
I do not run, I am relieved
My heartbeat is the last thing I hear before he leads me
Into the wild, overgrown garden of sleep.