Speaking in rhythms and talking in tongues. Burning down buildings of people you shun. Fast and fearless deadly smooth. Basic movements of a painful mood.
No tomorrows left in shadow. . I lack the discipline to face the waves. And drown inside of them. My nature is to spin like a grain of sand. Whenever a tide comes in.
My grief is anchored in the rain. I feel the pleasure and the pain. But happiness is mine. And I feel fine. . Pastel shades, shades of gray. I'll fade away it doesn't always.