Unwound

Truths are told    
Through the tales that we have folded    
Into corner creases in catalogues
Of catachrestic canon laws

Now open-eyed
I hoped to steer you to my side
But to the ocean I'm left to retreat
And leave the city for the sea

Oh I can't take the wind through my neat hair
And keep her there, nested comfortably
In my head
No confidante will leave me for dead

Growth will come
As our faiths becomes the sum
Of every tale of broken parts
Of oft-told endings and hopeless starts

I can see the perfect storm that's brewing
In your downturned eyes
I confided in you
Willingly
And you in me
From me to you
I pass the torch tortured travelers
Who make it on their own

I've become unwound as young wind has lifted
Winding up my lines as my course has shifted
Learn to fish again to show the world I'm gifted