Once lost,

A foot to a feather,

The wind blows

And the mountains change,

With us,

A never ending river.

Normality,

Trading bark for bite,

An empty voice,

Harsh against its light.

Formality

Traded in for something more in range.

Heavy mist hangs

In that never ending night.

Sharp,

Like a roses flower,

It drips it’s red paint

Underneath.

Staining soulful complaint

Flooding it with grief.

Tainting it with greed.

Draining all our power.

Freedom locked away,

In that ever reaching cower.