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 always 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.