I have paid my dues
a life of privilege, three good meals per day
love family, all mine
absolutely no complaints from me
time freezes in my pen, ink evaporates
confronting power, is not a comfort for me
controlling big brother, hanging over my shoulder
I crave a secret place, built in my mind!
a spot, were the merciless ravages of time are reversed
restored phallus, to its former glory!
oh ! how that plays on my mind
a sinking ship without a lifeboat
as I cross that Rubicon
there are these twisted puzzles, demanding completion
the past, stands at the gates of the future
an open window to breath in the new view!
endless emotions on steroids
all by default, inescapable
in the meantime, between my lines, I am seeking a beacon
I drill deep, in search of the ecstasy of knowing
