I'm as lost as a poet
As broken as my time
And yet a habit urges
Me to lose my mind
I wouldn't care for psychopathy
If it wasn't me
Who was in current question
For the M in M&E
They aim to break my will
"There's no will to break,"
They choose to slay my soul
"There is no soul to slay."
I'm as lost as a dog
I can't re-mem-ber
"Where hast I buried my bone,
Where hast to I to go?"
As broken as a clock
Who can't even tick
All I do is tock
About the things that I do trick
And yet a habit changes
Me and my inner self
I choose not to stray
From what is no longer felt
Me to lose my 'wisdoms'
Is as to a bee to loose a tree
That supports the hanging hive
And their lives' honey
They aim to break my will
"There's no will to break,"
They choose to slay my soul
"There is no soul to slay."
My intention is not to flee
"No"
I am sane enough
I would only touch
a fly.
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoetryI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
