If I could spell your name out in cursive constellations
Or untangle every web I weave through every conversation
If I could somehow save myself from my self-imposed salvation
Or finally feel the warm embrace of quiet adoration
I could thaw my icy mind and mend my concentration
Or free myself of worry and throw off my hesitation
For in the hallways of my mind my demons form a nation
In my honeycomb bones, worry builds a home
And my heart leaves the doors unlocked when it gets left alone
My thoughts come crashing over me like waves upon a beach
But my sandcastle soul is built far out of reach.
