So long to young love I’ve anchored my heart. Farewell to small joys I’ve burned down the bar. I’m changing my name so I don’t do no harm. Some say it’s vanity, some say its charm. No levels, still the same old devils. Frightened of fear, a servant of time. Kidnapped the queen, I have angered the hive. Snuffed out the stars with celestial winds. Ended a cycle that started again. I stopped going out, they kept coming in. Was I saving my soul or saving my skin? No levels, still the same old devils. Can’t hold it close, can’t let it go. Prisons in basements in slick model homes. I’m just a day-tripper on sacred terrain. My transformation went from mangled to tame. I don’t feel different but I don’t feel the same. I’m afloat with an ear to the ground. I built a fortress with some books and a phrase. I felt some heat so I came out of the haze. I saw the end and I was truly afraid. I have begged but I’m still not allowed. It’s a trap. Lay the bait, catch the rat. Flew home and left the unknown in the lurch. Kept finding bodies, I called off the search. Went to a hymn from a funeral dirge. Church in the hospital, dog in the church. No levels, still the same old devils. Shepherd me back. This time I know I don’t know nothing, I’m not in control. Mindful but gutless. Theres no need to panic.
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