Dragonflies and Butterknives

golden, deep brown, white, and black dragons
soar across the deep night sky, begging for me to come back
just this one last time, one more before i hit the road
but this road goes nowhere except the loss of all the good i know
breathing fire out their lungs, nostrils flare with each attack
there is no purpose in this fault, it takes everything in me to keep on walking
for how can you ignore such an inviting gesture from such interesting creatures?
who swear they hold the key to all this world has to teach us?
it takes a lot of strung out days, more than necessary purple hazes
to realize there's a million more pieces than just simply quitting
our minds get hijacked and we will stop at nothing
to keep our bodies tingling
white daisys growing out of decrepid, beaten earth
appear in my dreams sometimes, and i'm wondering
what's the lesson of this, of beauty coming from destruction?
how can a destroyed atom produce something of such an elegant function?
am i supposed to be looking deeper into my soul?

the flux and the flow, now plunge and let go
swim around all the seas inside your head, floating to your toes
the universe is so massively infinite and continuous
yet we let these little fucked up things influence us
like chunks of toxic tar, maybe throw in a couple shards
or upgrade to the devil's right hand and just go hard
triggers are everywhere around me, man, even in the simplest things
tv shows of broken nothing's terrify me, just cause it's myself i see
it's confusing thinking recovery can be found in simplicity
i feel there's more than just twelve simple steps to follow
i walk miles a week and still feel completely hollow
so where's these answers? where's my heart-opening epiphany?
where's my miracle, waking up to be totally addiction free?

it's so much harder than just saying no,
there's too much grey area for you to ever know...