Words don’t fail us – we fail words
We all have power but choose not to speak
In the closet, in the clouds
We find our roost in the nest of dreams
I am a fractured being
Dwelling in the filth of pessimism
All alone with the others
I am a fleeting presence
In my weakness I have failed you
Behold the relics of my time here
And in their judgment I am the jailor
The dying man and his betrayer
In the forest beyond I will build a haven