When the spirit takes over
I find myself asking why
The cycle of a rhetorical fever
We watch the fire burn up the answers
Blue eyes from where I see
I can’t stand to be alone with me
I waited inside the wedge of life
Clothed in bereavement and screaming why
She did not call me home
We sat along the river carving stronger bones
I clutched my pencil to draw
But what does why look like?
An endless circle from one line
An endless question from one life
I think it’s time to go to sleep
And be alive again in our dreams
Souldier Girl 