Endless muddled thoughts
Muddied fantasies
Puddles at my feet
Putty I can't mold
We have such visions of art
And dreams of love
Hopes of light
Darkened hearts

Our souls are only fingers reaching
Into our minds
Our feelings come from a place
Of spirits
They are speaking to us
Even now above confusion
They are speaking to us
And I hope that we can listen

Broken skin bleeding
Wind changing direction
When the leaves fall
Sending truth they fall on me
We have such singular wants
And bitter longings
Loss in pleasure
And joy in pain

If we wonder what it means
Well then that is the first step
Which leads to the top of mountains

I'll do anything I need to