When Six Was Nine

As I fall in this floating box

My mind is back to that day

I had forgotten along the way

Now the time has come, I see it’s time to pay

My will is prophecy, my own mythology, an oracle to be

The blood shed by my soul, the deal time controls, tears for

Gifts you gave-IF SIX WAS NINE

The days I woke with resolve

To do an act with meaning

Seems I’ve lost power

To change things for the better

When I was drawn toward you

I needed all you had

My instincts had been twisted

I learned it all too late