i have wasted ten years in a blind-fold
ten-fold more than i've invested now in sight. i have traveled beveled mirrors in a fly crawl
losing the reflection of a fight. but like a compass seeking north
there lives in me a still
sure
spirit part. clouds of doubt are cut asunder. by the lightning and the thunder
shining from the compass of my heart. i have flown the frantic flight of the bat-wing
and only known the dark because of that
i have seized death's door-handle
like a fish out of the water
waiting for the mercy of the cat. but like a compass seeking north
there lives in me a still
sure
spirit part. clouds of doubt are cut asunder. by the lightning and the thunder
shining from the compass of my heart.