Below of the Beneath

Below Of The Beneath I'm a lost thinker, it gets me hook line and sinker and oh well I forgot to hit my blinker, if I get stopped I'll probably get thrown Right into the clinker But one thing is for sure the right path is narrow and you can own it lock stock and barrel, cleanse off the filth and just become sterile. Behind my eyes can you see the basket case, the misplaced displaced casket waste, the face of disgrace, perfectly put back into my place. Six years ago today I joined the deep underground, looking for sight or sound But no where to be found, bound like the frown on a clown I might be too tightly wound But I am about to come un-wound so here I am just jotting some thoughts down, But I can't be contained, While I'm outside of insane And inside of my own brain I cannot say it anymore plain As I see transparent windowpanes, created by flames in the heat of July, So I will quietly sigh, as I type This write about the wrong Not being right While flying a kite, seeking out of sight But still patiently praying That I might win this fight just one more night and tomorrow will be ever so slight, at times I'm not so bright But somehow being wrong Will eventually make me right Or it will help me to see the light. Crystal K. Floyd