In Rime
by John Frusciante


I fail to do what Im trying
Ive been  these walls
And everyone who dies hears other times
This immediacy is unknown to me
And appears to be unreached
By everyone Ive known
Show me unfocused fears in disguise
It shows me I must live to die
This lake is on fire
Its been every dream to me
Its been every desire
I awaken
Filling up the space
I back away
And it covers me up all cozy
These waves are the call of time
Whats sent ahead it sent behind
As in rime