Sunday, November 14, 2021


I believe I've been a monk
This life's like I'm being punked
Perhaps I'm in purgatory
Dead and buried, mortuaried
Standing still and staring scary
Only felt by fae and fairy
To this earth I'm bound and married
How much karma can I carry?
I hear circus music playing
Endless hall of mirrors displaying
Only me and I am praying
See myself in water laying
Like Ophelia and saying
I'm incapable of staying