My mind was full of things and sounds untold,
for months I hid myself away from light.
“She’s young, not bright, a foolish bird, but bold.”
My hands will block my hopeful eyes from sight.
I long to hear the golden bells in song.
The night has lasted long and hopeless dark
has conquered sight, made speech a hiss, so wrong.
The tune has come to still, a dead mute lark.
To touch, to grieve, this pain it lasts too long.
Like anguished screams this dark surrounds us all.
“Just stop, sit down, relax, rip that glass bong.”
My eyes are red but now I don’t feel small.
Man, all I need is more cool ranch cheese chips.
But first, lemme just take a few more rips.