It’s easy to spiral these days
Trapped
In your mind-made maze

Whether error
Or something worse
It won't get better

Oh,

It’s easy to spiral these days
No one to blame
For your current decay.

he's back again
the ego's parasite
and yet
happily we meet him

he's precise
with his poison
as he prescribes
my numbed mind

"you are never gonna be profound,
you will never find that sound,
your voice will never be heard,
that, you have not earned."

darling that's alright
you lack grief
and i hope
you never find it

no reason to write
when you only think in blue
it's not enough
to paint the truth

capture a word alone
and all it brings
is stale thoughts
and halted desires

strings of letters
try to emulate emotion
only to be rubbed out
forgotten at the nib

and so he wins today
but he never celebrates
back to silence
waiting for the confident man

Down on the green county
I tread the ramblers way

Behind the marked gate
Yes, over there
An overgrown sanctuary
Hidden from the open air

This is where I shall step
Where the sun greets the leaves
And the cows seek away
A certain quiet, found with ease

A bridge sits at either end
No water lurks beneath
Only greenery
Masked by the rotting heath

And on these trodden paths
These proven grounds
I emerge in solitude
Away from the crowds

No one can find me here
Not the farmer, nor the cows
They don't understand
They're not allowed

Often they approach
In their passive strides
Intrigued as to what
But never why

It doesn't last
This glimmer of peace
Interrupted
By foreign feet

Again, I am alone
Engulfed by it all.

you're my plane-ride pal
i only read about you
ocassioanlly hear from you
but it's not you
not how you are with them

how many years now?
two
but i've only heard you say hello
four times
and im afraid to say it back

it hurts my morale
to know
you could go
any time
and i wont know

a friendship left to my imagination
except you're not a dream
maybe a nightmare
one i've grown to love
and embrace as myself

you enjoy to travel
but find it a chore to see me
warping in and out
of conversation
like a ghost trying not to ghost

you love the anonymity
like a shield
against emotion
i've seen them break before
and when it does, my dear

i'll be around

Now come
Collect my damaged mood
Rid my darkened mind
Find where it aches
And speak to it

Drag it from the deep
Hold it
Let it burn
And poison our feelings
It was sowed long ago
And now ages

It weighs more now
Affects me deeper
Finds my weakness
And doesn't give warning

Does it hurt?
I'm not sure yet

Down on the green county
I tread the ramblers’ way

Behind the marked gate
Yes, over there
An overgrown sanctuary

This is where I will tread
Where the sun seeps through the leaves
And where the cows hide away
Where I will go to be quiet

A bridge sits at either end
No water lurks beneath
Only greenery
Masked by the rotting wood

And on these travels
I find solitude  
Away from it all

No one can find me here
Not even the farmer
The cows don’t understand
They can’t

Often they approach
Intrigued as to what
Never why
But it doesn’t last

I am alone again
Engulfed by it all