Brick Stones Unknown

Promise of a possibility
Wandering into brick stones unknown, and I
Break into a thousand shores, sure I
Ripped inside a tainted mind, following a
Promise of a path

Fingers losing their tension, their strength
Falling into toys of the player
Puppet on a string
I knew the master but he told me
I fly too high
Scolds me for my decisions, and I
Leave him with excuses to justify the
Quiet murmur in my mind

Walls swimming into papers on walls and
Air bubbling in clouds of unreality
Something escapes me
What words? And what feels?
Who feels? Who blurs
the fashion of the blacklight
Beaming on brisk fantasies and
Fade