It appeared you found a new direction
Heading down towards the mines
Where you would pick for gold in dire perplexion
Disregarding all alternative signs
To a future wrought by burrowing down you'd resigned

Then sometime came some eccentric stranger
Seemed quite familiar, but yet not quite
Who would harass until you'd ogre the danger
Until finally you'd step out into the light
Those derivatives of naïveté you'd now fight

Your millstone is that of one self-carved and with gaiety
But this lusus naturae must now be collapsed through rumpus mutiny
The rain falls down, but there's no comfort in the cool
The wretched heat, cannot be dampened by the pool

You break down, disintegrate, and break down
Refined into diminutive shapes
Ordained reality, from this flame no escape

It appears you found a new direction
Pointed towards the sky
Puissant with refreshed predilection
Black elbows, white lightning in your eyes
From the serrated, glassy desert floor you now rise!