Hear

Pristine thoughts were my craft...
   A ship I rode
      with a
         weightless
            load
        A wave I steered
    A sail I stalked
Negative thoughts now load my dock.

Noise & frustration now fill my ears

   Pain & lustation
      the remnants of my gear.

Invisible cries carve into my cloak

   Stinging like air
      Burning like ice.

Fixated on a day

     Held by a fear

          Looking for a way

Till I can’t even care

when all my problems disappear

that hold me back from thin air

to get out of this can

enough to hear.

Fixated on a day

   when all my problems
      disappear

Held by a fear

   that holds me back
      from thin air

Looking for a way

   to get out
      of this can
 
Till I can’t even care
   enough to
      Hear.