I’ve got a ribcage of sprigs,
A mind full of snow.
I really have no clue,
Where I will go.
I’m not lost,
But not certain
What path I’m on.
It seems that all clarity
Has up, left & gone.
My mind is in a dizzy;
I’m spinning at top speed.
There is something I must fulfill,
Some sort of need.
The empty path is open,
All the choice is mine.
There is nothing definite
About what I will find.
Maybe I will see
All that has haunted me,
Or maybe I will walk
On for centuries.
There is something I must do,
There is something in sight.
But I’m being held back,
Although I struggle with all my might.
The hauntings pull at my feet,
A heavy, dying weight.
I try to free myself
And banish this hot hate.
For hate will not help me,
In reaching where I will go
Because all I have to lead me,
Is my mind full of snow.