Third Person

I feel so outside, of the realms of the stitching.

So very inside, arms frailing and kicking

Symbolically I'm taking hold

Harmonically my soul is sold to me

I was the highest bidder, dripping blood on the dark side

In my veins not a quitter.

First and second and third person

First and second and third person!

Once seemed like mountains, proceed to the fountains

Of the angriest youth, you could ever imagine.

7300 sunsets have passed since we last tapped that fountain