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Never Could Remember

falling rain peels my skull, my mind is drowning in life's fruit bowl
anxiety stabs left and right, my soul in ribbons to face the night
alone, afraid, no voices to hear, my eyes search. are you near?
evil springs before me in view, steals me far away from you
where is the light, the love, the smile, the sun on my face for even a while?
it's gone, it's gone. but where did I go? somewhere in time or space, another dimension, I do not know
gray skies above sorrow below, ramparts between a space of snow
glittering ice tingles my spine, the more I search, the higher I climb
up to the light I trudge and I trudge, it is fading faster no more than a smudge
the giving tree gives and I fall through my soul, a pit of unconsciousness far below
behold! the numbing drama is cast, it is I, the lost protagonist
there I go leading the charge, a battle is waged: don quiote at large
the windmill stands back to the wall, taking it in nothing to say evil and all
my boots are muddy with tears and stains, walking alone with pines and pains
a twinkle ahead a glitter in the night, st. elmo's fire, a blur of sight
the flames scorch they burn for fun, so I see again I must run
branches and leaves slap at will, they shred my life and my heart does spill
my crimson tide awash on the walk, seeps to the gutter with sidewalk chalk
evil eyes of the slinking plague, they lap at my soul for a gag
what is left of my life seeps to the soil, a springtime delay a seed is starting to boil
life, life fosters the tower, I swim through the sap and burst out a flower
energy abounds in its lofty reaches, the sweet juice is ready in all of the peache
one bite of the fruit sends a shiver, through my soul and the flowing river

tapped and recapped I harbor this pedal, from the flower of wisdom sent to meddle
the music I hear, a needle pulling thread, to sew up the wounds in my head
a stitch in time closes my soul, the energy is there once more full
shining silver from the rays breaking through, fancy that! duct tape a glitter with dew
the patch is strong, my heart is again whole, no more love to pour through the hole
an arduous journey, a roller coaster through hell, this life I lead is starting to tell
the energy is less after each battle I fight, every battle I've lost as I am losing my sight
I can no longer envision and answer to explain my crazy condition
the answers must be there, they must, but why are they so dam unclear

 

 

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