Down Below
Where it was too dark
You Would Follow
and it was all so
indecipherable
For you to know
what it was you liked or ever wanted.

Preferences seem like a joke
or some volatile masking smoke
that soon leaves
when you can identify what you need
and soon you love it all
after hours of hate
Was there ever this fate
or was it a choice this whole time
then the decision was so difficult
but why?

Fate is a water that this stream has seen before
long since it was ever formed
and left the second after it was scorned
and some how stays
like some cold warmth
that chokes you
to warn you you might get soaked.