RMC

Try to fix me and you’ll fail.
That’s what lies and deceit tells.
So come ride the wind on the
side of the wind setting my sails.

Allow the gossip minced words
to tell my story and it’ll be absurd.
Give me something so I can feel
not so distorted or disturbed.

I don’t know some things where
other things I do so let me know
you so I can become aware of your
summer bliss and winter snow.

I am man directed by natural
causes now because I’ve put up
the past behind me now I look
for those to uplift not to corrupt. 

I am no machine just a man,
my seasons have been tortured dry.
I stopped asking why and tried
to put an end to my slow demise.

Angels exist is the only way I
am here to this very lonely day.
I’m told to get up and not cry,
but at times I want it all to go away.

The tunes in my head an aura
tells me I am fully grandfully glory.
But the reality is my life was horror
and every night I relive my story.

It takes a dose full and stout
to put my head at ease to please
the devils that dwell about
me so I play with them in ease.