Against the tyranny of my mind,
My heart has rebelled,
And but for a faint glimmer of hope,
This high-treason would not be upheld,
And when my mind is a maelstrom,
And my soul all but tapped,
Know that these empty eyes are anything but that,
For I know with will there's a way,
But try as I might, can't find it today
Now I worry if the old adage is true
Tomorrow Never Comes
I can see the poetic uniqness of this piece...I like this one, very metaphorical.
Jeez. Thanks! Just put some pep in my step there... or fingers typing.