like a grinding smashing stumbling fall

the dizzy taste of alcohol

with walls that mumble and grumble and crawl

before they stand proud

like a lonely soulless cry at night

the words that never seem to be right

with floors that push and ceilings that fight

and open lungs loud

like a pulsing screaming aching heart

the pain of endings before they start

with woods so thick in which deer dart

the risk is not so high now

like a cooling soothing redemption bath

the unbeaten individual path

with flowers that twirl and swirl with wrath

i know we will make it somehow