I left you behind
running towards a loud call
a cup barely full 

You hit a ceiling
it turns out to be the floor
confusions do rhyme 

From closing my eyes
dark forests appear to me
a crownless darkness 

A red wall black line
divided unequal parts 
decide you are on

In a bright grey world 
happiness is now for sale 
deflating balloons 

I am hanging here
but not by a thread it seems
a wishful hanging?

The storm pushes back 
it feels out of rage to me
but I am cut off

Sculpting myself
and remember all the time
I did close my eyes

Do I want to see 
faces in confused patterns  
let us just sing more