All of much
May be misfortunes
And as such
An inherited dreaded fortune
All of life
Is marked by events
Thus is life
An epiphany of a tear

Maybe it’s my solitude speaking
Or my imagination soaring
But all in all
It might be my truth unraveling 

A cycle
That spins its way
Across my life
Began with death
And ends in an immature good bye

Emotional distress
Hidden behind a peaceful smile
Is like a singing bird
Locked in a cage
Emotional distress
Locked without a key
Frustrated with itself
And bottled inside me

Not that I need
Sole liberty for myself
Or an unconscious mind for freedom
But a saving grace
That helps me keep
The one and free
That I need be

But this saving grace
That shines across the blue
Is sometimes capricious 
When it mirrors the old and true

How to understand
Why tears drop to rivers
If this saving grace
Makes me happy
And makes me quiver 

A tear to a river
A river to a body
It seems endless
To this somebody’s nobody.