When all my metaphor has been undressed, you'll still find me looking west
In the last couple weeks, I have been a part of a spiral of issues. I was going to say "I fell into a spiral of issues," but that makes it sound like they took me down, and they didn't...
God paints the sunrise with the softest blues//And loverly, effervescent yellows//If I were a bird, it'd be my featherbed//And if I were a melody, it'd be my complement
I meandered and digressed as I made my way North//Discovered some gilded hills, and a smile//And it was all made just for me