Drowning In The Flame

My spirit is weary, tired of daysTotally spent regardless of the unstoppable speedy timeStill I must drill through wall after wallMotion through the days, to seek another dayWill there be another day? I stay musingIndeed exiled I still sing and chant for my redeeming miracle,Wade in the water, God's gonna trouble the waterBemused and lost deep in the desperate blue and red flamesIn which I see envision greener frontiers, my other self set ablazeFlaming with clarity of crystalCalling out to the dead lands and muted streetsI feel the jailed astonishment of every butterfly that faltersWhile captive in the spider's web, in a fluttering of dying wingsInnocence and ignorance alikeThe fire will lead me homeA voice is steady calling...