This world confuses and confounds our senses
grabbing at our thoughts like a toy top
on its tip spinning madly -Wildly
going woosh - woosh - woosh
Tense, humorless restrictions abide,
the kind that holds us firmly in its grasp
forcing us to fight internally for
the emotional scraps we can scavenge
What's left becomes a foundation
And that foundation builds us a fortress
We become new from the old, far stronger
Our selves standing firm and bold, alive