My heart, a constant reminder 
of rebellion, uprising, pretender 
with the flow, yet refusing to go 
I lost my hold on it long ago 

Its perilous journey through lore 
wind in my sails no more 
Broken and shattered 
billions of pieces scattered 

I fear the pain may surpass 
this howling sorrow at last 
Return to a broken down state 
as I release the dreamlike faith 

I may go mad just a tad as I face the dawn 
I pause before the altar of the rubicon 
Frenzied words keep tumbling down 
creative pastures on which I seek to roam 
will you take me home?