Desperate I am, with only two eyes open
Thoughts unbridled, smoldering emotions, waiting for the wind to entice the flames
Rage and fear, battle for stage-time in the theater of my mind
The fear of the unknown―the frustration of unknowing
The anger over the known―the loneliness of being unknown
This madness in my blood
My cup overfilled with poison
Fire in my gut, burning and churning, the pain too much
I dream of something different, maybe an answer would be enough
Depression offers sleep, until the flames go out, and the ambers cool
That’s not enough for me, answers please, answers I need, even one
The sun on my shoulders cools my mind today
The birds singing, the flowers dancing in the wind, their scent so sweet
I don’t care about me anymore
I hope it rains so the flowers do not wilt, they look so happy dancing in the soft wind
I wonder—which is more important for the flower, the sun or the rain