Don’t tell me lies
Or fly me to the moon
Don’t sell me potions
Or promise to visit soon
We are all accountable to our shadows
Loud as the dominating ones who made you
We are facing our own effacement
That’s nothing new
It seems the depth of my derangement
Is limitless in scope
We are all learning how to cope with ourselves
We shed our skins and begin the transformations
With elation and some dread
We are heading for the edges that we have never tread
I’m bleeding red and orange
And singing into your mouth
The stories of agape
And blooming flowers from the south