Stream of Consciousness

Walking out of the building
Into the overgrowth littered with debris
A polluted stream flows wildly
And there I just sit and breathe

But the shill voice cuts through me
A serrated blade through bread
And in an instant I’m reminded again
Of all the things just said

Like…

Why are you crazy?
How do you feel?
How can you hope to possibly know
What is false and real?

Where is my joy?
Where is my life?
What have you done to me?
are you doing this just out of spite?

(Scream…  Scream…)

Get out of my head
Get out of my mind
Don’t think I know
Which thoughts are theirs and which are mine

Scream, Scream
I’m daring to dream
Nor me nor them
But somewhere between

The life I want
And the life I’ve been given
Not sure anymore
What I can believe in

(And I scream once more…)

Finally silence Alone in my bed
But the thoughts of the chaos
Just swim in my head

Like a fish
Or a flipper
Cinderella’s Broken glass slipper
Finally trails off
My conscious like a cowboy in the sunset
And I dream all the dreams
That I was trying to forget

And I wake
To the overbrush
The polluted stream
Chemical dust

And I do it all over again

Feathers flown about
Dark Ravens claw their way out
Above the surface past the overbrush
Wretched, drenched, lash
Out to the epitome of darkness
The King, their Lord it is what they harness
Where the light cannot touch
Wriggling, squirming dying to clutch
Time, tied firmly to roots of their own demise
They seek solitude through a long, blistering ride
One too many flew the coop, itching to touch the sky
But home is too far away in a time not solidified
Feathers flow about in search for something new
Ravens lost in mist searching for what was never true