Spiritual Ataxia

After a weird dream one night, I wrote my thoughts down, scattered on a sheet of lyrics I was working on the previous day. After rereading it all a month or so later, it somehow morphed into this.

A work in progress, never felt so wrong.
I'm drafting my madness, plotting a song
A symphony of crimson, wrapped in azure
Searching for remedies hard to procure.

In that is the line and the pain
A fragile pane withstanding the steel rain.
Ebony clouds, choking the sun
You won't rest until I'm done.

Take it as you will, do it as I won't.
Criticize me for the thing that I do, that I don't.
Love me ferouciously, love me tender
Love me with each ticking tock's splendor.

Be with a  zephyr so exuberant before
It crashed upon the tide, shattered to shore
Be with a wave so lowly and grim
Engulfed in the fire, engulfed by my whim

Be here now, for my music to unfold
Understand that there are legends never told
Gaze now, the unicorn, the splitting moon
Just when you think you understand, the dawn comes too soon.