When life spirals down
And you're losing grip
When you gasp and drown
There's no coming back from this trip

This illusive place of desolation
Gives strangers hope and friends fear
For in the quiet of desparation
We can be close without being near

Some ideas where put to rest
Some kites never flew
They proved to be an attest
Of the dreamer I once knew

Now my glass is never empty
But my heart is seldom full
Broken parts never fill ready for assembly
For my eyes there's no wool to pull

I've seen much and understood little
Felt my fill of feeling
The good seems so brittle
There's no catharsis not enough healing

Slowly I learn
Fast to forget
Enduring pain I yearn
For peace but it's turnoil I beget

I struggle to find meaning
A place to rest my head
For angels who come intervening
But I found demons instead

You can see in the bearing
If there is still a spark
Of quiet unconditioning caring
Life will always leave it's mark

Yet there's always doubt
Yet there's pain in excess
I want silence yet I shout
I get more but I want less