Something, Something

I pull you from the aether A gift from whatever maker And now I feel so able Sounds nice when put to paper A sneaking suspicion it claws down my back What once was so vibrant has donned it's pitch black I look in the void and it stares me right back Isms synapses tied Splintered thoughts thrown like dice All attempts so futile Yet I still see why you smile Ain't it all in good fun? One another's most serious thoughts To ponder once upon Talk your shit to the choir And think you've learned alot Is this forever Normalcy a forgotten pleasure