Drift,
queer delusions
of grandeur…
almost saved
the world
with solutions and
adventure

Shift gear
to neutral, even
amateurs know…
but save us the confusion
under pressure.
So much affinity lost,
bonded seals broken by
crystallized Egos.
You touch that
Achilles’ heel soft,
but I don’t feel ‘frozen
institutionalized
heroes’

Good dude
without a cause,
good food for sloth.
I can’t stand looking
at the mirror without
a pause...zooming
in the sinner,
good book
or false?

Coz’ in the grand
scheme of things
Words will mould
into Worlds,
and the end scene
will sing while
the 'hearse'
goes in
towards…