The teasing claw holds Heaven’s cup
Trapped at the bottom looking up
I crave a drop of someone else’s soul
To give up now would be absurd
This birthright curse of spoken word
I can’t escape the prison of this hole
I pray to someone everyday
To take my hand or light my way
Yet, clueless, I still walk this lonely life
My prayers fall on deafened ears
I take deep breaths to face my fears
This emptiness personified; My wife
The window through this gaping gash
For you to view my gathered trash
May not be offering reality
The eyes see what the world defines
We take the ticket; Pay the fine
Accepting those above’s authority
Why can’t we live by our own will?
To follow, fuck, or fight, or kill?
or do whatever madness comes to mind?
Inside our heads, we own the land
Enforcing laws by ruling hand
Unbiased self-approval undefined