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Salvation
You've given me a precious gift
And here I am, wasting it
Because my attention is short
And I've become a failure of sorts
So I fall into a trap I've constructed
As my creativity and hope are abducted
Observing logic compared to dream
And learning that life is not what it seems
I have been told many things
The proper way to move, live, sing
Though I have learned to disregard
It gets harder as my shelter falls apart
Many follow, others lead
I prefer to choose my own way to be
So there I go, all alone
Searching for newly adopted home
And there I fall, my knees have snapped
Upon the X that marks the map
Beneath me is a treasure that I must achieve
But with broken bones, I cannot reach
So again I'm dragging myself
Once more I'm lost as far as I can tell
Making pictures with blood from my legs
I can tell that this is no ordinary day
A typical moment in the asylum
Hallucinations are loads of fun
The bars and iron rust underneath
And the stench makes it hard to breath
And I'm saying hello once again
To a poem without definition
That lost its way during birth
Such as the destiny of our fair Earth
So I'll sit in my jacket of straight
And struggle to liberate
My poetic sense and state of mind
And all I have to do is give it a little time.
As long as you're along for the ride
All the ripping and tearing is set aside
Do not think of me as obsessed
Think of me as one that appreciates you the best.
I hope I'm making you happy. I'm trying.
