By: Mike Snyderburn
Peaks breached by transient light. Touched as days roll into nights. Reaching for bottles to cure. This long trail I must endure. The guide lithium my great friend. Through this disfigured map I cannot mend.
A natural way to face my fate. This resource I cannot create. My mind tempted with curious thoughts. I've fought, I've fought, I've fought, I've fought. Following my trek that is this curse. I have learned to face my potential worst.
Dreaming of better nights with my eyes wide. I focus to climb the mountain top just to hide. Sleep until I can restore. I tell myself this is insomnia and nothing more.