Tanned and enslaved beneath the sun
for some years now
Banned and saved from the gun
of some fears now

I’ve had cut my wrists and hanged myself
strangled in the dark with a thread..... this thin
But I only imagined

fiction, takes a word to jump across worlds
I only jumped through time
scheduled to look back once in a while
though it all looks fine

It is all smiles
the floor, melody  tiles
keeps buzzing, long as there is no stopping
The frames are one too many
but I can do the cropping

It does not hurt to fail
fail against a wish
When the feelings are polished


I create and relate and sedate,
compensate the debate in a state
I’m dealing, concealing then briefing the willing
so it is spinning and winning

MY POLISHED FEELING