Poem from the Bottom of My Lost Heart

Finding that happiness isn't always green,

Seeing that life in all our defeated eyes,

Watching my tears stream down the river isle,

Finding out if I have been there in all this drought,

I will play the cards against my inner self,

I'm going to lose control and lose the patience in myself,

I've got silver chains on the merry go round,

I'll be flying paper planes until they curl and break up,

Writing notes on the torn up bloodied walls,

Silence, prayer it's all just the same,

Like it's all been lost the crazy in me.