Self-reflection has revealed
An ejection of delusions and false hope.
A more quiet way to cope
Than screaming what I really think of you.

I lose my mind from time to time
But I always seem to find it
I sometimes get excited about the future
But my past looms right behind it

Padded checkers and rings
Hold my see-saw feelings
Tragedy, triumph, good, and bad
The best rest I've ever had.
Once glued, now improved
I got back everything
I used to groggily wish for.

        A boat I have elected myself the captain
        Attempting to steer ashore
        The turmoil rising from below
        The thunder pounding from above
        I am surrounded---