Some lyrics I’ve been stewing over
She’s looking for a comfortable tomb
One to hide and chrysalize
Before the trial of her lifetime
Once and for all will we know
Is the heart lighter than snow?
Could this panoply be more than
Meets the beholder
Or is this dance coming to a close
The judges hand is heavy
And the scales have long been rusted
In time we will see
But the anxiety is killing me
Is the end close
Or is this just the rinse cycle
She’s folding a well stacked hand
The architect of a new plan
Her eyes gaze past the chart
Letters and symbols loose meaning
And when you turn your back on her
That's when she will begin to bloom









