You say "Hold on to the reigns"

I say "Let them go tonight"

My brain waves

Confused between what is and ain't

She cries "Groundless and free"

Tired of the water Tired of the wine

Tired of the future

Tired of time

Tired of the madness

Tired of the steel

Tired of the violence

Tired of me

Used steel

Used steel am I

What was pliable in love

Is now hard and crystallized

The intellect is fine

For counting money

And recalling times

That she cried,

"Groundless and free"

Hope is a letter that never arrives

Delivered by the postman of my fear