And suddenly the storm is gone
the smoke is cleared
the fire is out
But was it ever there?
I doubt it
I conjured up a fiery storm
so that I wouldn’t have to face
the awful, beautiful truth
of love
and death
and peace from gods
and so I know how it will go
I’m down from mountaintops
and feel so slow
I’ll miss this mess called Earth
so much
after hating all the drama’s
crunch
for two long score
it’s all so much
With tablets in my hands
I walk into the fire
I will not see the promised land
that’s fine because I’m tired
