Crashings

It's the crashings in
find myself within
Here I am
Who is this man?
What will I do with myself?

I'm so afraid
to look into the past
vast ocean of memory
and find treasure buried deep
under memory's thick murk
A shining glimmer of hope

I'm going down
to find a piece of me
long forgotten
to free myself

Everything...
In its right place

I can't go long like this

Everything...
In its right place

Get me out

Everything...
In its right place

Finally I see...