Soft fluffy pillows that float way up high,
To hide a sun that sits up in the sky,
A plethora of shapes loom deceptive,
Over inquiring minds so receptive.

Molded people in a strange kind of way,
Or mystical bunnies that could hop away,
And oddly the mind stops to note,
Synchronised clouds starting to float.

And then, in a blink of an eye,
These clouds all started to cry,
Lost their magic, as if just a dream,
Then comes thunder, and I can't help but scream.

More'n ten thousand leagues under the sea
next to an octopus's garden in the shade.

OceanGate manufacturer
of the Titan Submersible,
which vessel that set out to reach
Titanic shipwreck with five passengers
officials believe the suffered
a “catastrophic implosion”
apt analogy to mein kampf.

Tired of body or tired of mind
Stay overworked or bored as hell
Sitting still means my thoughts accost me
Self doubt and loathing I know too well

Work as an outlet, I cannot sit still
Things need perfecting but I never will
A bottomless hole I can never fill
Loneliness pervades everything still

My own abuser, I keep coming back
Always there’s something to pull me off track
Habits developed from trauma way back
Patterns of anger and panic attacks

Listen to the realm of silence,
Slowly creeping into time, evenly torrent
Captivating rhythms, flowing fortissimo
Specks of air dropping down, glorious peace

Hear them sing, listen calmly, paying rapt attention
Little rain drops pitter-pattering on the dusty roof
Mingling with the sweet scent of the outside clay,
Leads me slowly into the space of peace,
To learn nothing, yet everything.

Thinking about you back then,
leaving always seemed a possibility.
I barely escaped with my ability to care about love.

My comfort being alone frightened you the most.
You couldn’t change the monsters you imagined
lurking behind what I was at peace with.

Staying together was always
what you wanted to talk about.
But at the time, I knew I'd rather drive a truck.