You cringe as you read my words,
My ephemeral expression diverted
From a shattered self reflecting
Upon the rusty rails beyond:
A disappearing truth
And a tunnel unexplored
You cringe as you read my words,
My ephemeral expression diverted
To attempt to convey the frail,
The wanted, the tunnel of hope
If only with a single torch
Or by Napalm nausea wrought
You cringe as you read my words,
My ephemeral expression diverted,
The cracked mirrors of my worlds
And bleach blonde delusions
Laid bare without custard,
Clotted cream โ or hope
