Sunday, 10 March 2013


I can't go back no more
my mind or soul don't fit the door
and the key to the lock is lost
all around I see just moss

The mellow days are over
as there is no more horizon
or sun or waves in the sky

Oh my, oh my,
what has happened to the mizen?
we're not sailing moreover
just going adrift in the seas of thought

A forsaken existence in no altar
since I was born into this world
I've always  felt unplaced and whirled
though my courage didn't falter

There's no place for someone like me
utterly dead and infused with adrenaline
there's no place for so much contradiction
there's no posture or position.

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