I desired to drink from the dam of dreams,
to find my fate and free my feelings.
To sing a song, and stitch the seams
of heart that hungered for heavens healing.
Reason it reeled in rhythms running,
wanting to write, put wings to words.
In madness of mind and meanings meandering,
I pursued pain, praying to purge,
the void of vanity, the views of Vance.