The Reigns

I sat and contemplated everything and nothing came

This dry skin is aging and cracking, but I still sing

Let the sun wash over me

These warm thoughts are a shade of the truth

Seem to be a forest growing out of harvest

Keeping me sustained

Straying from the obvious into the strange

It was in an effort ending up the same

Their voice speaks now

Other than my own echo in the cavern of our useless skull

I am just a stain on a dress you've made

The beauty in the stitching elegances...

Block the rain

Aiming at this broken shell

Countless as far as I can tell

The ways in which you sing

I rode your back and took hold of the reigns, laughing all the way

What can we fill up in our short lives

Making us complete, allowing us to breathe

When death is washed away we will terminate this vital mystery

But I still need to reach the life inside of me, the life inside...

I rode your back and took hold of the reigns, laughing all the way