So, that was that and It was what it was;
A brief scenario of merry-making and scuzz
The first in a while and the last of the season;
why and because I don't have a reason

To feel as if i'm being or at least acknowledged
I am what I am and I am of that full fledged
Surely not on record or I'd gain a new memory;
Since that's all I've known for a relative eternity

Isolated from life - Yet I still feel effrontery
I've been pleased for so long by a cheerless dreary
This hermetic dis-order is all I can cherish with avarice;
Even though my desire leads to a different device

I've met with so many whom I now only know in lore;
And their faces are gone at the dawn of thy first score!
How many can I lose until i'm completely empty;
Of how I became adorned with this fictitious personality?

And, If I were to misplace that - I might become nothing
A passionless solitarion like a fish with no feeling
How can I be satisfied by loneliness when i'm so ashamed?
How do I stay dreaming even as i'm being blamed?

I do suppose this repression is just my anxious defense;
A troublesome flight mechanism worth every pence
If being paranoid is a sheer sign of being delirious;
then how real is the figure lurking in my conscious?

And, why is he speaking? where does this voice ring from?
Could this sincerely mean I suffer from delirium?
As I wondered for a moment I felt a hand on my shoulder;
Swung my neck on impulse to see a friend who looked much older

One could almost say his complexion had become zombified;
Even the colors of his garments had grown worn and tried
Although, his expression was now that of glee;
How comically wondrous it was to see a jester happy!

As a smile graced the face of my own;
My re-acquainted companion began to intone
I'll get straight to the purpose of this meeting;
I'm here to give you a book that served well at my leaving

I was sent to this plane at the commencement of that ceremony;
To guide you away from the words of their devilish debauchery
You must take this text of arcana that is a-kin to us both;
Read it from cover to cover and recite the sacred oath

I bid you farewell - For I have but a short time in this dis-position
His presence dispersed before my questions came to fruition;
Leaving me somewhat perplexed as to what move should be my next
As I'm not one for distinguishing the blessed from a cursed text

Did it serve as his guide? Or was it a temptress of an attempter?
On that regard - i'm just as he - a critical librespenseur!
And, If I am to be led astray far from the common good;
Then I'll have found a rare nuance as a new philosopher would!