Callisto Stasis
Adrift
All lost in those days
A growing branch to smithereens
Trying real hard to beat some grace out of all that withering and dying
The thriving soul's beneath
It's yearning for the surface
Years of pain not undergone in any way will reveal the wounds
Fiercely tame, not about to make a scene...
I saw it drowning, gasping for air, disappear into the surging of the sea
An agreement made with the one who wields the cane of ordeal
Seasons gone by have handed over the reins
Highlighted the worth of our earthly strife
Highlighted the worth of unearthly might
An early memory a feeble ground
The facts remain all the same
An early memory a feeble ground to build upon
Assumptions die hard while the past remains
Home-grown severe denial
Smothered way down inside
Home-grown severe denial
Shreds of regard defiled
