Around and round and round again
Up the hill and down the lane.
Through fenced forests of the brain
I’m sure there’s a drift to catch here.
Catch my hand; I’m floating away
Through the sullen sheets of grey
Where the dreams have much to say
Though, what is there for me to fear?
On I go. Please haul me back.
You could be the guide that I lack?
Help me load my demon sack
With the snarls that snap and bite.
But, for now I’ll float on by
The ins and out; the what’s, the why.
The widened view from slitty eyes
And slide right by another night.