The Instinct Plan

No more salt, I have enough
The scene is over, for the bottomless trough
No more rust, to break my strings
What is trust, a convenient ring
Maybe from the sea, I can’t deny thee
So much more, than how to bleed
Skins and scales, will to shed
The butterfly, is never dead
Escape if you can
Don’t fault the instinct plan
Helping you to stand
On your own, given strands
Clearing disruptions, that never end
Before corrupted, the twisted trend
Some say too late, but still alive
Making fate, burn the why
Across the web, and back again
No longer fly, so many new friends
Lasting as long, as a spin
After awhile, only begin
Escape if you can
Don’t fault the instinct plan
Helping you to stand
On your own, given strands
Waking up again, a library or pub
Living books, a few strings to tug
Follow dreams, light the fire
Leaving scenes, to walk the wire
Going crazy, another tragic life
Through the maze, no longer mice
Leave while you can, the time is near
When the only thing left, is no more fear
Escape if you can
Don’t fault the instinct plan
Helping you to stand
On your own, given strands