BLUEPRINTS

 BLUEPRINTS

Silent, my sorrow carves no space to grow,
A ache unfurls, sharper than any I’ve known,
Not a fracture I’ve nursed,
Not a wound I’ve traced,
This land lies beyond the maps I’ve drawn…

Just me, slumped in a hollow, a shell of a home,
Breath stalls—I never meant to lose the reins,
Now the weight piles high, hands claw for fleeting wealth,
I crave the unknown.
Pinned beneath a roof I forged, I can’t shake the sense…

I’m sinking low,
Trail me if you dare, I won’t linger here,
Not waiting for your lantern’s glow,
My plans unravel, no compass to lend, so don’t ask me where
This begins—it’s all unmapped…

Mmm-hmm, a hum in the void,
Oh-h-h.

Each hour drags, ticking toward solitude’s edge,
I can’t root in this storm, no blame to cast, yet I’m
Adrift, stunned by the depths I never plumbed,
Oh, all paths fade to shadow.
I’m stalled in the stillness, eyes locked on the blur, like…

I’m sinking low,
Trail me if you dare, I won’t linger here,
Not waiting for your lantern’s glow,
My plans unravel, no compass to lend, so don’t ask me where
This begins—it’s all unmapped…

Ignite my prism soul,
I revel as the hues bleed away,
They twist without reason,
Yet they sculpted who I am.

I won’t drift as cargo, no,
Not idling for trails to unfurl,
Though I might plunge deep,
I’ll blaze before I smolder out.

Measure your ground against your dreams, and you’ll circle in place.

I’m sinking low,
Trail me if you dare, I won’t linger here,
Not waiting for your lantern’s glow,
My plans unravel, no compass to lend,
Oh-h,
I’m sinking low,
Trail me if you dare, I won’t linger here,
Not waiting for your light to guide,
My blueprints fade, so don’t ask me where