The Earth boils up
Billowing
Like clouds in the sky
Billowing
Like clouds in the sky
I try not to let
My ignorance
Confine my experience
And the grip of violence
Grows ever tighter
Until the meager remains of love
Trickle from my cold, hateful body
But the light which guides me
Burns from within
And from there illuminates
My true path in the world
Will it be a photograph
In your mind, an epitaph
Or the sound of my lost laugh
The way they dance
Into the day
Lively and so cheerful
All outside
Just fades away
The sky breaks through
Promising a better day
Tomorrow