Crash

I've resumed taking guitar lessons. Along with the drums and 14 years of poetry (some lousy, some good) maybe I have the workings of something that can really be expressive. I'm trying to put this one to music:

Not quite sure of where I'm headed
Awoke today in a thickening daze
but the past is inevitable and next day's the same
clouded future lies ahead in the karmic haze

Sometime later I awoke a second time
and I looked around confused with a grimace and frown
not recognizing this place or moment,
a metaphor for your smile turned upside down

A call came in today, baby,
it was all hopes and grins
and I felt the haze lifting
though the visions of our sins
they keep me lifted up,
crashing down
crashing down.

It's no wonder I don't recognize the setting
us being two who've been set free
as the steel bars of the jail cell
placed upon what's determined to be.

And it's something of a surprise, I guess,
the memories of your smile;
or maybe it's just the pictures
that make each step away a mile.

A call came in today, baby,
it was all hopes and grins
and I felt the haze lifting
though the visions of our sins
they keep me lifted up,
crashing down
crashing down.