May I go back to You?
     I'm sorry I've strayed. The wrecked trail looked so strange, and this stubborn heart of mine can't resist the foreign, the deranged. I'm sorry. I strayed.  
     I've bawled my eyes out so fiercely. I cannot seem to shovel the snow off this path, or tuck my hands back into the warmth.
     Take these ice-burnt palms of mine; take this lousy shovel, the pen I tried to use to uncover those layers off me; take the need for nicotine, for the viscous cycles that bound me in a life of backsliding, no ears to hear or eyes to see. Guide me, Father.
Guide me home,
set me free.

Her soundtrack
Plays deafening volumes to my soul
Drowning out the hum of the mundane
Trying not to make a false step or trip over my own feet
You dance to the rhythmn of her beat
I waltz into her arms, shimmy into her psyche
Two step over her frowns and walk it out onto her street
The music beckons, I can hear it
Calling me with its pulse, vibrations and crescendos complete
Give her your best moves and she will reward you
With nothing less than her heart
This is the soundtrack of her life
Make sure you play your part

Don't be so proud
you have no power
To free
From this fate
And nor can i deliver myself
From this destiny

A wise man
Once said
You invent
The universe