Broken promises,
Shattered dreams...

Sawdust is flying
Wood and steel in harmony...

Sitting alone in my garden so still,
The butterfly's gone now...

It's give and take,
At war with the stars...

If I wasn't me,
I'd cry a thousand tears...

Drowning my tears,
Trapped and bottled...

Swallowed up,
Into my empathy...

My crystalline world dissolved
In a controlled cyclone...

Gently,
I tread a fine line...

Over,
Under...

Over and over
And in through my eyes...

A myriad of thoughts
Fusing night into day...