Before, there was no time to think
thoughts which were mine alone
Sanity always on the brink
matter rubbing against the bone
Now, my head, in a fog so dense
seems stuck in lowest gear
But I’m driving through the darkness, on a train from whence
toward a shift into the clear
Then, when morning comes, with it’s sparkling dew
like a curious child, I shall start anew
pondering dreams my heart will send
of sunnier days, carried in on the wind
Heartspell 