I went down once to a river,
And saw a willow tree oh so old.
Burning wildly inside my mind,
Seeking for old friends to be kind.
A shadow in the current whispered inside,
“You never step in the same river twice.”
The illusion untold is what I find,
Loosening my hold upon the grasp of time.
The lizard king crawls inside my soul.
It spoke of hope oh so bold.
A cursing light that keeps you from leaving,
Hope is the one thing I wish would leave me.
Smoking my mind out of sights,
And seeing so much more and so divine.
Looking at life in sights never seen
Realizing life isn’t as easy as it seems.
When will hope leave my soul?
When will this curse let me go?
It keeps me alive when I want to leave,
To experience the other side and see freely.