Burning down like a candle wick
Burdening my back with trinkets
Of no worth
Going to new places, that are the same
as the ones I just left

The beauty of instability keeps me ticking
Tocking as a clock, this heart of mine
Relishing in the ugly, deformed life
That no one truly understands
Finding serenity post sunset, in complete absence

This god of mine, keeps quiet
Just as it should, but keeps a smile
Through it all
I’m working on the words
That will carry the weight of worlds

It just doesn’t seem right
When they don’t flow out
As a river of time
Carrying us all around
With no rafts around, letting us flail
in the deep end.