Shrouded in misery and
Cloaked in dismay, it's unlikely
I'll find my way homeward today;
As each problem now is portrayed by a cobble,
I'll run my eyes over the knobbles and bobbles

And maybe tomorrow I'll find my worst weakness,
I'll invade my last pillar
As my kingdom's at weakest.
And downwards we'll crumble; my
Mind and my soul
As onwards I'll watch as I slip; my control
running downwards and downwards
like water through hands and
my time falling round
Like hourglass sands

As the alchemist's potion leaves me lacking motion; My heart's
pure devotion
no longer the token
I offer, when appearing not to be vain -

Remember my name.

I want to be sane.