I'm strolling
I'm always high
now that's one huge dishonest lie
redundant as the muddled sky
that's always painted grey
when I say I'm okay

Fearsome,
the bitter storms
that rip through my heart, now I'm torn
between changing and keeping form
with alll I am today
undecided, I sway

Nighttime,
my consolation
I thoughtfully regard it's calm
with mind at ease,
motion will cease
give way to dreams, embalmed