Odin

I was born in a small town
Near the edge of whits end
My visions plagued with storm clouds
But it’s rain will cleanse my skin

The stars and all their oceans
Warned me of loose leaf friends
But I fell into the notion
That they reside within

With all three eyes
I stare through to the light
For a taste of the truth
That my thoughts try to hide

And to my surprise
That very light has left me blind
Through separation of ego
I’ll leave this little town behind