A life in ruin,
With every founding brick
Crushed into crimson dust,
Again;
/
To start anew, where
In this frigid, barren land
Do I begin to look for
The strength?
/
Under the moon I
See but pale ghosts
Of what has been,
And miss
/
The things I loved
And thought I knew, but
It seems now like they never
Did exist
/
Under the sun I
See only silver whirlwinds
Of rising dust, and breathe
Them in:
/
I was the one,
Out of whose mind they have escaped,
And so to hide them in my chest
I shouldn’t fear
/
Under the spring rain
I’ll kneel and slowly wash myself
Of everything I used to dream of
And dread
/
So when the skies
Are clear, I can begin to build
Another beautiful but fragile
Wonderland