Obsession follows fated wonder,
Festering on days of thunder,
Something else it needs to plunder,
Shall it be my sanity?

Manifesting in the sky,
A force is brewing oh so high,
Wide with wonder are my eyes:
This I always like to see.

Blackened cotton kills the blue,
This cotton tainted, yet so true,
It has but one thing left to do,
A good long cry is all it needs.

It wipes its tears with pavement, black,
On cars and running humans’ backs,
On the shaking, fearless grass,
But I only want those tears in me.

The force begins to scream its pain,
Displays its feelings without shame,
A growl that comes not meant to tame.
As am I, can you not see?

A glowing fist comes crashing down,
And dents the charred and steaming ground,
Oh how my own can mock the sound,
But never will I be as free.

Obsession followed fated wonder,
And festered on those days of thunder,
Something else it had to plunder,
Now it has my sanity.