Some caustic method
has found it’s way made
me fight against a breeze
setting my mind ablaze.
I see in colors I’m no
species where the weak
fight to live in fear of
no mercy as if some beast.
The ill made perceptions
came crawling in the night.
As my eyes read such words
I found the cause to fight.
Logic in my mind surpasses
that which my heart desires.
Such a battle I find is as if
a torrent raging lava’s fire.
The trumpet it did call upon
the rebel set upon my soul.
But now the scholar that
raised me finds my controls.
The youthful binge flows
down paths from volcanoes.
The heat of passion’s stem
in the mind’s ferocious ego.
I think now I will find the
voice in the back of my head
that my father placed there
across the table where we fed.
