Solus Ipse

I am hoping for
An improved outlook on the workings of the feverish mind
By reduced gears that run from side to side
Biding their time as the day that is made from the sun stands still

I am ready for
The wind that sad makes the daffodils feel
Blows non stop and I like the appeal
The fertile land in my head I hesitate to till
And let it all run wild with weeds

I am not
Working towards a viable solution
But my in my head I constantly infuse pollution
But still I want a revolution that I know I can’t get

I feel like
Banging my head against a wall
Till all the cracks splinter and I watch everything fall
Sell out people’s trust and faith like Peter and Paul
Blinded, like that idiot hypocrite Saul

I’m just saying …