And now we face this fork
Where I fail and spiral downwards
Stepping on stones again searching
Looking for a way to chase my chaser
A solution to the never ending maze
Salted with that bitter memory
In the garden of dismay and cherry seeds
Planting uncertainty and angst in the damage
Maybe the blackbird will lead the way
It could show me how to shed the skin
That binds me to this torturous circle
Sprout the wings to fly away from the plantation
Could his beak prove sharp enough to break it?
The power a knife embodies within smooth metal
To cut clean threads of poison that pierce the soul
Could be no match for that ghastly image
Haunting the doorways of your twilight dreams
Concealed within some kind of powder
That we can only hope will filter away
With the rise of the new sun.