Natural Science

Born to a garden

A complete society

Soon the margins entice my core

Where to fit

Ever feeling unfit

Words, fresh ghosts take up residence

In my mind

Get me out of here, can't wait until the age arrives

To flee

Be myself

Alas, the ghosts continue speaking guidance

Caught in a rip tide unseen

Exploding in my viens, heart breaking

Silently, that's a good boy

It's my turn to drive

Stay between the lines

Driven to the edge

Of a deep dark hole

Soon the garden is lost, forever a shadow

The universe ahead, terrifying light

Compelling

Impaled on the horns of innocence refusing to die

Ah, my soul revealed, needing care

Much care

Born to a new reality

Yet to be complete, yet complete

Needing me, yet will live on with the pain of my absense, my lack

Never love without pain

Embrace the ghosts

Because the light knows me

Set me free to be disturbed

Love remains