I’ve lost my way somehow
At some point
…at some crossroad
Or at some pretend ideal thought…
…that perhaps I would once again
Bathe in words rich in magnificence
Letting them flow out of the inner springs
Of the desperate soul that normally cries
When its tongue is twisted and it needs to scream
Maybe I’ve used all the words I know
And they all seem so contrived now
I should shun the everyday world that crawls through my veins
People who invite their views to my mind
*Without my permission*
They spread worms within the orchard of blooming dreams.
~no different than an unwanted cancer~
I stand below myself
Only because some people
Are determined to make sure my place
In their world is so far down…that…
I can’t get any lower.
Perhaps if I could be like those folks
That would trample upon another’s footsteps
To make them forget where it was they came from
And make them change direction of where it was
They were going in the first place
Perhaps I could be like them that only see
Their own nose and something of a fog past it
Then I remember…
Fuck them.
I will not be held prisoner by their Nectria galligena.
I will let my words flourish.