The one thing I want
The one thing I shouldn't have…
The one thing I'm thinking of
…This one thing that steals my love…

...Where did all the fields of flowers go-?
Did they blossom one last time, were swept
Into a captivating wind, then, left?

Are they here or somewhere near
Unchanged
As I mope in the next room
Deranged?

Why tempts me, this,
That steals my soul,
That robs me whole...

'Why not?'
As bottle slams back down
And sick grin spreads
From once-proud frown...

This is my life
I am a fiend…
So bent on bending
Too-bent dreams...
Content with mending
These ripped seams
As water fills them,
I embrace the stream...

…My life, just one
Still,
Fluid motion...
Escaping me-
My life-
This ocean…