Agitu

I’ve been riding

A wave of indigestion

With every single thought

Breaking through

Breaking in

I can’t stop feeling

I can’t stop

Seeing how this will end

The highs, the lows

The valleys and the peaks

Flashing hot

Before me here

I can see the joy,

Yet I see the agony still

Been tight-roping

Across the straws

And

Not the bendy kind

Been breeding fire

Way down deep

Been having trouble

Not falling asleep

I see the crutch

I cling on to

I grab the noose

Where it hangs

Yet the chair won’t budge

Before the sky falls in

I’ve been riding

A wave of indigestion

Through the good and the bad

Each step I take

By flame I’ve been had

Been riding

A wave of indigestion

It’s been so long

I’d forgotten

The ending to this song


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By Candlelight, By Crutch

By candlelight,

In seclusion,

The feelings wrong,

The feelings right,

In this space,

At this time,

A flickering flame,

Illuminates this night,

In the Morn,

Silence is worn,

Like hope is sold,

To tattered refugees,

Knowing well enough,

Yet enough doesn’t matter,

If it did, this would surely last,

All days merge, into nights before,

An image reveals its truth,

In such vivid animation,

The thought bears promise,

The thought’s corrupt,

Here this moment,

In this frame,

A reunion with a crutch known all too well