Everyone knows the dark places, those that linger on the edge of consciousness like a Neil Young song.
Down by the River, why’d you shoot your baby? Did you go into that dark place and become so
Disoriented that there was no return? I watched myself in a mirror once. Got lost in my own eyes,
And almost drowned in a river of madness before clawing my way back to the other side.
But no one even knew I’d ventured over. I washed my hands and splashed water on my face
Before going to prepare a simple beef casserole for dinner. The onions made my eyes water.
Praying for Eyebrowz 