Leaves of spring rustle outside my window
Like many of the thoughts inside my head
Blinding myself with a blizzard of snow
Leaving the steely world behind for dead

I look inward upon my undone wrath
So afraid of the flavor I must taste
Struggling I start upon a new path
Moving slowly around this newfound waste

Looking very deeply inside myself
I walk among the ruins of my dreams
Seeking a path across a sliding shelf
Why does nothing ever be as it seems?