SWOLLEN

When my mind is swollen
With the feats of insight
All hail the surrender
Of the self to sorrow

So swollen
Into the whirlpool
I've fallen

In a filthy corner
Sits a fading shadow
No hopes or desires
Just a chronic low

Can one falter
Down to the place
So much darker

But then you rise
And the sun is shining
Then you rise
And there's no more sad days
Then you rise
And the life is fun still
Then you rise
And the walls are breaking
Down