in the stillness

graduations of sound, juxtapositioning limelight
diversionary tactics, all in everything,
and we're creeping further
...

somewhere deep inside, some thing has a hold on me
like a fist with a knife, with a grudge, trying to hide
and i know, how it feels to be dieing
i know, what its like to be the one crying
so here we go, follow the rabbit hole.... one more time

white meeting black, tenants of escape
manipulate what you will, never hold back
treat me with contempt, and we'll see where it gets us now

through the tunnels of my dementia, i crawl just to find a coin
there i found my one remaining thought,
in the stillness it formed, in the quiet, it loomed
as a marksman aims his arrow, as a gunner aims his gun
and there i sat, bewildered by the facts and realities
the things that i held to be true...

all the things i ever thought i wanted,
were not the things i needed
anchors dragging me down,
so i cast them away into the distance,
and as I watched the shoreline slipping
i sighed a gasp of relief
silently fumbling for the key
reaching out for the future i seek
i left a note carefully
and left without a trace