06/05/2019
Seasons pass, an early grave
Waits for me ashore.
People tell me to behave...
How can they be so sure?
I define my role divine
To meddle with the fools.
Days go by with beer & wine,
I drown in hazy pools.
Focus lost, but hope’s not lost
As I grind more; I feel
My heart of stones starts to defrost,
New changes become real.
Embracing pathway to abyss
With shining self-belief;
It lights the road of miss & bliss
As I become a myth.
