Craving the taste
The one that drips down
In a white pile of waste
I lie, like a masked clown
Who am I without this drug
Who am I, falling down
My heartbeat separates
My heart beats far ahead
As I clutch the sheets that wrap around me
As I clutch the blood stained bed
I envy the wind
The one that blows through the strands of grass
Its freedom is felt and eternal
Always moving forward, never stuck in the past
Where is it telling me to go
For I alone do not know
I hear its whisper
I hear it calling
As the birds chirp all around me
And I continue, clutching and falling
And I continue, masking my true calling
