Late shift of a later day
Emotional balance like a mirror broken
Coping mechanisms, a million to none
All strewn out in arbitrary direction

I think I did it all wrong
Took a wrong turn somewhere
Ending up at a crossroads
Where all signs say: to Hell

And so I went there
Feeling not so free after all
Doubt cast as my shadow
Faithfully trailing me along the way

On the road meeting with strangers
Whose faces are coated in bitterness
Smiling sad, broken smiles
With sad, broken eyes

Trailing their ghosts and skeletons behind them
A procession of lost souls
Pulling shadows from their lives

We're all of us going in circles
The past clinging to us like a child
Fearful of being left behind



I dream of being and forgetting
Leaving only blankness in my wake

Who am I?
A godless child
Torn from history
No culture, anonymous identity
A single tether
Long, unbroken line
There's nothing current, to which I subscribe
There's only her, of primordial mind

If I am lost
Everything is frenetic energy
Eyes covered with blinds
I shadowstep, from one blindspot to the next

But when I am found
Gently do I drift on leaves of grass
Over the hills until the sand tells me of the shore
Where into the ocean I go once more
And there, where light is found in the darkest depths
Does the shadow drop and I hear the beating of a heart

One
One
One

Every beat is one
Where I am tiny two
Lungs swell, breathing in
I drown in everything that's you

I am godless

For I love the Other