Misty mem’ries down murky highways
Of sinking ships down dark alley drains
There dreams there too have sadly sunken
With hopes of life obscurely ashen.

May these paper boats find their way out
To flow back in endless paradise
Then I’ll surely know without a doubt
I’ve set my heart there again to rise.

Though we may cross a different path
Or flow on different waterways
Please know we’ll meet there a moment too
When rivers meet at the vast blue space.

As I take a step up
in this automobile, with blurry
visions of ecstasy, and deep
breaths of blue and red but black
they were colorless though
like a song you have not
heard but you sang it
with eyes closed, oh I am
the gambit of my game
lest foes forget I name these
scars, either wounded, or burnt,
impaled, abused, got used
I find rest in the slightest
dot of light, or if none, **** you
but I can make one, and let
the sun shine in the east,
then in my heart, but I won't melt
not anymore, and dwell in your
short-lived promises of hope
let me offer a foot now, to the
Grim Reaper, if he takes me I know
I lived.