this is an orchestra
of a cliche comedy
or some rhytmic tragedy
never clear to be seen
fiendly hard for me

i see fairy dusts
spiralling in the blaze
i find Atlas trying hard
to hold the time for me
albeit
all of this inanities

this is a play
in which with drugs i've played
i've smiled and i've said
the very sweet lines
from the script of life
yet the sweat and tears left unpaid