Winding rivers I bathe in Stirring False narratives Bleed the same Slowly Excavating my soul Pulling levers hoping One should open Elevators up to the top floor Eventually it all crashes down Shiny diamonds Barricading me in there awe Rusty copper Pennie’s That’s more like it Thunder and lightning I wanna see My skies align Rolling hills No end insight Breach of contract You and I Never truly aligned Like fire and ice canceling Each other out Never a perfect match Hyperventilating telepathic waves The stewing ghosts In my closet Wish they knew Like I do How I hurt like hell Confusing illusions daylight To my wallowing nights Desperately seeking A muse too take the lid off Some kind of Joyfulness to put me in it’s vise grip An antidote for the agony To go away for a while The outer spaces Of my mind or something like paradise Oh how I long for them