Sane, a rising sun upon my thoughts
Cured of details, that corrupted my own visage
Things I want to do, images I look to with the past tense
More which must be done, one day to be transpired

Before home can be returned to
New sights must be seen
Ugly, beautiful
Rambunctious and serene
Contradictions and pain are the joy of the living
Just as their counterparts

Much is to be seen by these eyes
The ocean, mapped by the outlines
Stars to be directed
From a throne of emotion and thought