My heart is a golden ghost that lies in the river at the city limits yearning for the rays of the night and the light of the moon to illuminate my sorrows
My mind is a diamond sailboat sailing through the waters of the coldest dessert searching for the key at the ocean floor to kick start the motor of the ticking time bomb
these legs of mine have got eyes of blindmen oblivious to these shackels of mine running through the halls of the endless labyrinth when I get to the end it will all be fine