the titanium sun
never ceases to rise

in the realm were
everything is
but your eyes

and when you
seem to fail and falter

in a static realm
reality can alter

whenever you find yourself
wandering to far
just sit and remember
to look at the stars

and they'll guide you
back home

often storm casts upon a spell
broken, unfed;
and these travelers' wishes,
and dream of instead

a sweet memory of home
your life built up on stone

and we sail the seas
roaring high
the demons asleep,
sneak above o'er their heads
brave blue oceans, so deep

and you'll find your way home
and you wont be alone

and when storms blow against you
raindrops on your head
keep it up above o'er the clouds
think of your bed

for you're never alone
let God guide you back home

polemics flies
and lands messily
on both sides

the drone of speech
and rhetoric
never worth the while

what use is this discord
when we refuse to shoulder

part of our weight in
pushing the titan's boulder?

'look at that madman'
says the ***** and her victim

'look at that madman'
says the intellectual in debt

'look at that madman'
says the activist with rigor

'look at that ******* madman'
i screamed with them
as i looked into the mirror