we hang on to that ****** thing

hoping it will bring

us luck

does it?

does it?

the **** it does.




shove it,

don't hang on

don't love it




In these vaults where faults are bound to overwhelm me




the Skipper's all at sea and we are all alone




a helmsman with no land or home to tide him by

a reason only if to

if I want to

want to

die or why it has to be this way?




An Oracle would bid me sit and say.

'why hang on at all

Rome built in a day will fall'




it all takes time.




Time is just a cross to bear

a watch to wear,

a moment

dare we look?

dare we

do we give a **** about that thing?




what thing?




I've moved on away from that thing




that thing never did me good

I thought it would,




at one time

I thought the World was flat




that thing

circumcised my brain




colonised my train of thought




I need a ripcord

a Gordian sword




I found it in the word.