So sad to find a logic late
A natural path overgrown
No one cleared this for me-
Yet it should have been my own

So sad to love a life of late
And ***** at a mirage
To curse a certain sentence
Ever present ‘spite the cause

To have the capability to contemplate an alternate
And thus run the torture film, inner tunes in; tormented
To self-realize levels of dangerous strength
Like wise fruit fermented
Are
The
Memories
Cemented?

So sad to find a passion late
To negate chemical downs and all-round soul frowns
Art could free him from the dungeon depths
But he broke his hands wiggling in chains

So sad to watch a life-loss chosen, growth frozen
A body left behind as our balloon leaves child hand
If only there had been a way to know, I watch me go
I would have liked to be an older man (but can’t swim back to act)

So sad to wake in sweat and fear much more what lies in wait
The paranorm in fullest form flank forces at my gate
Dynamic choices turn to question voices, I enigma
Long to heal and feel as steel despite the fight and stigma