So little time
So many directions
So many voices
Voices have a mission
Voices have the plans
Careful what you say
or you'll wind up putty if they get there way
Room spins and shakes
like after a quake
They drain my desire
They want my fire
Bright lights from beyond
My wasll is weak but I stand ground
My head is full of chaos
Colors flash before my eyes
I see red all day and night
Moonstone turns blood red
Fire and ice
Pushing it all back
It teases and beckons me
Pokes and prodes at me
I'm tired of the attack
I snap back
Lovely green light surronds me
I let it comsume me
It starts to form
A phoenix is born
They back away
Finally peace is in sight
But they are resting
And I'm weary