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.       Homegrown severe denial    smothered way down inside.    Homegrown severe denial    shreds of regard defiled.