One can see something familiar
Underneath it all
As though the cares of the day
Are but sticks to be thrown on the fire.
Burn your way clear of it all and put from yourself
All those empty worries
Shed it all.
Breathe life into your tragedies; cocoon them
Outlive them and outpace
Their best efforts to bring you down.
You kept all the old hearts you broke
Yours to define and to win
Yours to tether and to skin
Now you only breathe smoke
Now you only think for real after a toke
Now you’re nothing like you were
You’re a smudge and you’re a blur
What’s ceased and gone is worth a lifetime black wardrobe
Mourner mistaken for faker in his high castle of solitude.