Two steps forward, none behind, Hark the symbols, mark the signs Of endless loops and endless times Of infinite pathways and lines That lead us to now and forever,

I’m so happy with my life! I’m so proud of where I’m going! I’m on my way to find my place And to know all the things worth k… But there must be something wrong,

Look now across the desert, Down roads of nature’s hewn To the oratory spire That stands firm over the dunes. Watch for the lonesome figure

Out of the stillness a voice cries… Does it cleave the quiet from pain… And to it I return a shout That echoes through the dark abyss… The trees cry out in weary vain

Down among the hilly brush Where earthen paths doth twist and… ‘Neath branches filled with wren a… Hushed low to hear the planet’s ch… Red apples grow, their husks aglow

Tiny, circular acorns Lined up in a row, The squirrels are trapeze artists Juggling them both to and fro, Their paws don’t skip a beat,

Everything is in its place, There’s nothing out of line. I hear screaming inside my head But everything is fine. The sky looks like a dewy gem,

The lilting, faded outro of a Melancholy song, Impressionist paintings And their dripping, running though… Movies where those most unliked

There are no words in any of the l… To express the betrayal of a mothe… Who willfully brings harm to her o… Who stands at the threshold of a p… Down which she drags her victim

Forgotten souls come out to play On a frozen, sunless morn. Naught but rotting flesh are they; A mockery of those not yet born. They dance to tunes and toasts of…