It’s dark and unknowable and kind of like death
It’s not the kind of fourteen you’re gonna forget
And I walked my own boots into the school
In the years I kept each and every rule
And the dragging, it pulls me into the sea
I was locked in a box thinking I was free
And everywhere I’d go I’d just see her face
Like some ghost to haunt what was out of place
And all of the depth that I couldn’t plumb
But no matter the trouble I’m not one to succumb
And it found me there on a carpet so green
Like a bed of roses grew from where I’d been
As I woke staring at the ceiling
And it was as though I’d transcended the feeling
That shielded me from the light of day
Now the curtains have parted and it’s all gone away
And I just want to shine like what’s never been seen
Looking through walls like what could have been
And I guess that the storm was what woke the dream 
Up on the floor of an NC1 scene