it's not so much a storm   but just a cloud that lives inside of me   he doesn't disturb so easily these days   but when he wakes he goes the distance.   in a marathon it takes too long   open containers that sing songs   you'll never dream again   but you can pray      i guess we only settle in to what we know   i guess we always settle in, we know.   but there is comfort in a world   where darkness is the only thing we see   and cold is all we have to breathe   where expectations keep us company   with the light we take to the outside   will it die? i somehow hide of out control.   (we lost control).      it's not about the sky   or the clouds that walk all over me   they don't give up too easily these days   but when they break they go to pieces.   for a pond blood here in north set barns   under a sky that knows no stars   you'll never shine again   but you will stay.