I know why the thunders shake my room,
My eyes shift and loom the tapestry of fabric,
In such a way that life becomes a twisted
Sensation of existence.

Will you help me?
I’m not sure where my thoughts are taking me,
And where my eyes are leading me,
What will happen now?

I know why the lightning flashes,
The electric burn flowing both up and down,
Across and sideways,
Nothing is the way it could be,
When you think, and dream,
I always want more.

Will you help me?
I’m not sure what I’m doing,
Walking around and stating in
Quotes nothing of importance,
Or consequence …

I know why the rain falls from heaven,
The tears of all have come down once again,
And while they fell first from our eyes,
The gods in heaven have lifted them up,
And let them fall once more,
We are all crying again.

Will you help me?
I’m not sure what is happening,
All existence is dropping out in blurred lines,
And nothing is waking in my sight,
I can’t even breathe from fright.

I know why the clouds cover all,
The blanket is dripping off on us,
My feet are cold from the chilled air,
And I’ve no memories as to why
These things are true.

Will you help me?
Will you lead me home?
Will you take my hand?
Will you tell me why?
Will you?
Will?
You?
Please?