so   toiling on through the loneliness
amidst the day going forth sun ups
sunsets a day in all still the world
twirling
and it is magical and morose
real and make-believe

so like the days to tease one with a bright sun
and the darkest shadows all
at once nowhere to find a balance
in the  black of all the glare
spinning dizzy in between the
grass shoots petunias glow

tell me what I'll tell you a fool I am
a worshipper a sinner too
I make believe and curse
away the day
the way a folly soul
does on his journey

I don't know land from sea anymore
or truth or reality its all become blurry here
here  in the gray grey has been life I sink into