lost in the madness of new thoughts, alone.
tired of having no heart and no home
these humble hands have been worked to the bone
I'm silently fighting to keep them from stone.
fighting for air, determined to stay afloat,
the waves are pulling at me, it's hard enough not to choke.

free as a bird with its wings freshly clipped
can't shake the chains of realities grip
even these clothes feel much too tightly knit
and the weight that I carry bears me down with it.
and yet something calls to me, still something I missed
something that beckons my heart through all this.

perhaps there's a light at the depths of this sea
or countless great treasures for me, possibly
or maybe there's something that I can't perceive,
but its hard to have heart when you've seen what I've seen.

though still, if it's sinking, it's down with the ship
no hope to escape the vessel I'm in
always and forever, through thinnest of thin,
she's learning to live with my terrible skin.