Maybe I don't recall just how I found my way at all,
But I remember dreams like bark peeled off by fire.
And I recall the sign as it melted in the light,
And the sense that the times were turning dire.
And my brain just ain't the same since the poison in my veins
Fought off the foreign cells that sent me fading.
I'm very much alive, but I've lost sight of the mind
That raised the hell and blurred the line that kept me waiting.
How does one write about who one used to be
Before the sterilizing waves of the redeemer?
Particularly when it's so hard to find a pen
That'll write it in the longhand of a healer?
And while I try to age my words get dense and they get plain
And I forget to wonder where I had been going.
Perhaps the simplest way through is to learn what not to do,
And the years will take away the need for knowing.
You spend your body while it's there, change the ribbons in your hair,
Make sure you pledge to your love in the field of honor.
Try to seize night by the throat, keep your hands inside your coat
Until you've stumbled on a well and need the water
You know the times are staying the same
Don't take the weather for a change
It's a simulated progress that we're after.
Just look at all the circling crows, and try not to hold your nose
Until the fire finally engulfs the rafters.