Injured Crow

Candles always best glow in the darkness  My pens life ends slow and with a harsh breath  I remember how my cheeks lifted, when I first felt the entropy But I never worked out, how flowers always bloom so peacefully I'm singing what I know to be true But the truth don't break me the way it used to  It's just moments passing  Moments passing  Nothing lasting  Moments passing  They executed Socrates He asked too many questions  Maybe this is my brain simply Making the same suggestion  I dunno Camus wept I dunno  I keep saying I want to feel free again  But I don't know when I felt free There were times I had roses for eyes  But the other side was melancholy I'm feeling what I know is you  Your memory is breaking me just like it used to  I know I'll always be confused  Just a reminder I've only one life to lose  How can anything be certain if My self isn't even permanent?
 I'll weave a basket of my memories  Place in that injured crow  Guide them through the veins of my day then we  Feel the warmth of the ebb and flow"