A Brief Trip

I believe in courtly love

In wishing on the skies above

In chaste affection from afar

In chasing down a falling star

I believe in solitude

In a fortress called, "my mood,"

In isolation from the pain

In scars washed over by the rain

I see myself within a room

Within a world within a tomb

Encrypted, hidden, safe from time

Soaked in whiskey, water and lime

I know that I can shut it out

Fear of failure, shame and doubt

If I never try I'll never fail

In the quiet ether of my tale

I believe in second sight

Which wanders wanton in the night

I believe in love restrained

Which lies there cuffed, prostrate and chained

I believe that I will disappear

If I don't keep people near

So I send them far away

And ignore the wretched day

Hoping one day in my sight

I'll be gone by blessed night