How could the weather have been so
?Gorgeous? so early in March
How could chances be so
?Desolate? and dreams so delicately
?Woven? yet again

To alleviate I cancel waves of mine
splashing 5ish, 6ish beliefs high
Loads of energy and efforts ?Wasted?
And repeated time and time again,
Burning, building,
Knowing every move
Guessing every thought
Believing
Armors and eyelashes and smiles
Dreaming until I can get
?Organized?
And reach a schizophrenic verdict of my own

Would hands that support when
I am going mainstream and rising
Remain the same once I hit bottom
Or when I fall till I drop and never come back?