Rest is what my mind desires
I see the redness, and the fires
I care not what they think of me
My thoughts confine what should be free
A puzzle piece that doesn’t fit
No matter what I do to it
It’s odd how heat can cause such chill
It’s never matched, and never will
The darkness dawns, it’s due to me
As solace comes to set me free
I’ve waited for its calm, you see
And longed for its serenity
There is a message, bottled up
It sits right here inside this cup
Doubt, and weakness, are a sin
And endings start, where they begin
How the World Should Work 