No Patch, No Solution

Smoke addled mind
I’m air in the inner tube
Leaking, leaking, leaking
Into space

One of a kind
Same air as all the rest
Hissing, hissing, hissing
Out of earshot

Batter me, batter me
Rocks of the road
Until my prison bursts
And I am free to fly
Thank thee, thank thee
Thorns of winter
Gifts of flowers cursed
To never know their child

Chase the stream
Up along the moonrise
Racing, racing, racing
‘Till you fall

Wobbling dream
With that emptiness inside
Fighting, fighting, fighting
‘Till you lose control

Batter me, batter me
Rocks of the road
Until my prison bursts
And I am free to fly
Thank thee, thank thee
Thorns of winter
Gifts of flowers cursed
To never know their kids

Free me, free me
From the wheel
I’d rather lose myself
Than turn another round