Going catching quicksand in your hands,
Slips away, it drags you down, but you're back;
Claw yourself to shore/sure,
Take a breath and back for more.

Brushing back the cobwebs in your mind,
Look around you; what you might find!
Unsurprised by kinds of tiredness
Never imagined before.

Shine a light through murky, broken glass —
It ignites you, that's what it does!
Walking through the ash,
Feel the ceiling crack and crash.

Stop and stare like so;
Powerwashed and power-drained,
See the pain(t) dissolve — and then
Back again,
Catalogue how it goes,
Back again, back again…