Gathering thoughts and writing again,
Hoping to drink the ink of my pen;
I watch as days and nights roll by
And dream myself some glorious lie.
Wishing for the sky to be blue,
Waiting till my words are all true;
I just stand here on guard-
Delaying my turn to take charge.
I'm crying \'halt\', but I'm heard as \'go\',
Then I shout \'yes\' as you state \'no\';
I wonder if bullets made of irony
May ever rust within eternity.
Inventing imagery and manufacturing metaphors,
The waves of my thoughts crash onto oily shores.
Water remains, I get my rainbow fix,
But oil and water really don\'t mix.
Speaking now with some hope,
But please just toss me a rope-
I\'m drowning in the darkness
Because I can\'t, I won\'t, release this.
