His chains are rusted, yet reflect lightning,
The manacles hang as limp as his flesh...

Creaks...wind howls,
Lightning crashes, hooting owls...

What is left, when the Left, is far?
Can you really talk about anything below or above...

I'm hotter than I can ever remember,
Running for what seems a hundred miles...

I'm freezing cold,
In the summer heat...

It's silly,
I will go willy-nilly...

There are no happy endings,
The bad guy usually wins...

Crawling from the center of the Earth,
Taking centuries to begin this rebirth...

Ding Dong,
Darn it, my two foot Kong...

Cradling myself, home-restraint,
Hoping to make a world that I can't create...

Cuddling our old blanket,
Smelling that scent...

Wasted time, three decades trashed,
Nothing accomplished, life completely smashed...