A Slave Wish
Whistling my way into them trenches Seduced by my wishful hunches Casually dawdling pass reality Pass peace, calm and clarity Everything under the sun had a start This wild dream owes it's to my heart Now we're bound, like the moon and stars, and cannot part This wish has too many branches All too precarious that I can't swing from any with certainty Each mirrors my fear of crutches I drove here in a barrow of curiosity Now I seek confession from too many churches Being here has made my being too filthy Now I stand in the rain of my own making that drenches . ~ Tee2emm