Jumping over the walls all painted black
No light beaming through in my prison of perspective
But I know everyone is caged in their deluded ugly caves
where jesters make them weep, where gentleman is creep.
I have seen and shared a small share of ups and downs
it is strange how quickly life can turn around,
yesterday the flames were so pretty and warm
today the grey ashes of that heat called off an alarm
and you are not only to have sunk so far and low,
Agitating, elating, wonted or bizarre
these thoughts play us like puppets in this damn show.
Now what is there left to say?
when only dead thoughts float in a darkest space
rise & fall; queer love and hate
spare me for leaving this stocked game
and I choose to feel not a thing, the choice is mine anyway
as I see a quiet road running to woods which is just a breathe away.