I'Ll Be Your Candle In The Wind, If You Be My Whirlpool Poem by Dan Caliolio

To reconnect with lost treasure, and the fair maiden.
I've got hold to my stairs,
which stare,
back there
where
everythings just not fair?
I've seen life under water,
seen it as I become vindicated.
so you become nothing but an infidelity,
speaking to me,
as you can see
you failed morbidly
on fallen rationalities
competatively for blind,
apathetic,
sorrow.
doused with 'Hooked on you' lines.


{to be read with silhouette lips: }

I've got nothing in North Brunswick,
But nothing is the best something.
and something like nothing gets me by rather than being your Anything.
as to which,
I can start with Everything.