Watered Down

What clears the thoughts of grief?  Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief? With a sour taste of pride, Your castle has been watered down Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride? My smile has been watered down to a frown Release the tainted spirit Gliding hoarsely in my bones  I rudely throw a fit  What could get rid of chanting gnomes? Unfold these watered down regrets Fiddling with my migraines  Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets  Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave Don't you guys have any brains? Am I the only one going insane in the rain? Shame... Negativity swarms in muddied roads  You watered down my sprouting growth Your eruption croaking as frightening toads Let your guilt be your oath Let your suffering be sevenfold  Roaming from grassland to awful city, I find you rather rude... Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned On this wondrous amount of gratitude  Let my suffering take its penalty  What clears the thoughts of grief?  I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief Check out the fields of crops Once in a while, take a chance to water it down Unroll your generosity Thrive to gather your duty together Take a sip of the wine, A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged    Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief Don't return to your old ways,  Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious  Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down gently Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious  Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree,  Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure  I worry this obsession is ominous Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory? The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper, rage-stricken and snappy Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops Unroll your generosity towards their needs It only takes a few drops Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt Thrive to gather your duty together So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads  tied with stable string  Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight down to your chimney top