Myths On Rotting Ships

Lightning through the stained glass
That marbles fire across the eyelids
When a million burning questions gather
It churns out a maze of little cares
I wave to myths on rotting ships at sea
As i let them go, i breathe in deeply through the nose
A light captures the strayed mind
Inside the middle of a spiral
You say you want the root without the branches
I reply i want everything that’s inside the head
I’m an animal most of the time
Instinct: why would i let it go?
I breathe in signals through the nose
I wave to myths on rotting ships at sea
As i let them go, i breathe in deeply through the nose
You can pull the wool over a lion’s eyes, but it sees
Through a leak in the strands and a parting in the swaying grass