A civil war rages internally My insecurities grab the wheel violently In a constant state of calamity Regardless of what side claims victory I'm destin too lose a part of me That is, of course, If it doesn't consume me completely
It is a sacred place Where statues of memories stand And familiar voices echo from wells Where the wind blows the dandelions To grow the falling stars That I wish upon
The pulse is thready now What once fed life is gone The eyes and mind flit away While the change is sown And nature knows just how To make all else carry on As if it were just a day As if it were never known