A soliloquy to sanity...

lashing out in from the bind called my mind,
being bound and unwound without sound-
wanting change from this deranged and rearranged life,
to lie in bed in a deep sleep,
to let the comatose be a boast
to this mired, tired, wired and uninspired soul,
be free...
***
I've had it and I am fed up, set up, put up and shut up
I try to flee this enemy but the mirror reveals it is me
Up on the pyre, flames get hotter and hotter
revealing the mask of the past has done its task
and I am afraid and alone, a dog without bone
for once in my life there is no strife,
So here's the deal,
I'm becoming real.

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