Where did all of this come from?
What I should say and what I won’t say mingle.
The words converse and echo
They yell and they scream
Damn words! The storm brewing in my head… raining down.
I cannot make this stop.
No shelter for my self-induced storm.
This too shall pass?
Indecent prospect I fear
Run the wheel down
Make it turn no more!
Confused as hell!