Glide on my back, above the city.
Turn a corner, feet first.
Steam rises from the underground.
It begins to drizzle.
Pass through a mist,
At the entrance to the train station.
Closet caterpillars squirm on a leaf.
Butterflies emerge from cocoons.
Crickets chirp in the dark.
The sun begins to rise,
And birds sing a welcome song.
Another day begins.
A piano-worth of weight
Pulls me down into a chasm.
I speed through the depths,
Falling in freezing wind.
And my voice is swallowed up
By the mountain around me.
Tears run down my face,
When I hit the ground.
My legs have collapsed beneath me.
I cannot stand the force of the impact.
No one knows I am here.
I’m alone and broken.
What will I do?
Coasting comfortably on the caress of clouds.
Reaching for meaning in every breath.
Thinking of the crowd of witnesses,
Their tender hands outstretched with love.
Is there truth that surpasses understanding?
Is there hope amidst these evil days?
I count the steps to reach your door,
Yearning for rest, bidding to journey no more.
Only a promise from the precious few
Can treat the soreness of a broken soul.
Come, join the chorus, summoning grace
From the bright heavens above.
Laying on the grass,
I summon your spirit back to me.
Can you feel the blast
Of the chilly winter wind?
Come with me to the end
Just wind up your mind
And let it all go.
Do you feel the change of pace
Echoing through this silly place?
Empty screams echo off the walls
Of my simple soul, at night. It crawls.
The weeds from my garden
Creep up my legs. They twist around
My knocking knees. I count the cries
I hear in my head. I can’t imagine
What’s filled me with dread.
I don’t know if I’m alive or dead.
Give unto me some wine and bread.
Do you know the way out of the cave?
The skyscraper is starting to wave.
What sign are you? Do you know mine?
How have you been, my valentine?
Reaching for touch,
I bask in the light.
Starting to whimper,
I’m scared straight.
Look for another reason
To tell you just what I’m feeling.
I don’t care what the point is.
I want to be forgiven, so I’m righteous.
Drinking something from the fruit.
Dipping my toes, they start to soothe.
Japanese jungle gyms jangle freely
On the freeway of love, don’t ya know.
How many candy bars does it take
To bridge the gap between your lip
And my teeth, with an orange peel
In between, and chopsticks in my hand?
Into a hole
To be released
From daily stress!
To escape the chains
Of all this mess!
To cozy up
To a sharp knife,
Or blow out my brains–
But I couldn’t do that
To my wife,
Or my family and friends.
It all depends
On the foundation
Which I’ve built my life.
In this nation
To the values and strength
Inherent in how I’m made.
Or the sacrifices
Of those who love me
Time and energy,
All the money,
Making me free
From this disease.
Yes, so much
It would be a shame
To come to
A premature end.
I must confess,
It’s not likely.
Coasting across the grassy plains.
Stopping at a lake for a drink.
Climbing up the side of a cliff.
Dancing around at the top.
Looking out at the pretty landscape.
Listening to the peaceful sounds.
Settling into a comfortable feeling.
Being sure things are as they should be.