Yesterday´s News

I found myself dreading the morning, you call it yesterday’s news

And slowly, it dawns upon me that I have too much to lose

To aim for the open waters while circling in a lead

A whirlpool of fucked up emotions to cloudy to even read

You haunt all the people around you, then cowardly run away

Living in childish delusion - at night all wolves are grey

I will not hide behind glasses, or find myself with a glare

Of darkness and grief-ridden daemons, lucid and fully aware

That what you believe to be water, flowing under the bridge

Is pushing my envelope further until I start climbing the ridge

My hands are still tied while I’m walking

No travellers on this road

The path is still twisted and narrow

like it was a life ago

And I have no sense of direction

my heart has a broken beat

It randomly craves distortion

mistaking it for a treat

I pick up my favourite jacket, infested with dying fleas

Tearing the veil as I stumble, falling to my knees

Behind me, I see the bridge burning, the wolves are as silent as hounds

The river is clear as a mirror, I know I am homeward bound