The ink is fading on my page
Fragile the threads I choose to weave
I don’t want to be on the wrong side of history
My thoughts mill around in the pond of mute
I cast another spell, to bewitch the reaper
Boneless b, that she is
Playing out her role
The house always wins, it’s only a matter of time
I party at the edge of insanity
Creating another spin to spice up the flavours
But sanity crawls ever closer
Taking down this strange dream
I am left with realty and a earth bound aura
Distant memories surface as if brand new
I slip into repeat mode
Raising eyebrows, a new!
Out of body! never did get that far
Mushrooms, that’s a spirt gone too far
Riding the air like a rodeo star
Has a bumpy ending, for sure
But I won’t give up,
I will just keep on creating like I have always done!
